From a Facebook remembrance:
"My brother died 25 years ago on July 4th. It’s our tradition to light a candle on the anniversary of a loved one’s death. I couldn’t do that this year; I was in a car headed to an island in Maine. Here, birds abound, which Marco would have loved. When I arrived at the island, I took the only existing paper copy of a letter, from Marco to our mom, and I retyped it onto a computer, so that the cloud can have it. Marco wrote it in 1978 when he was 19 years old."
See the rest of the remembrance here.
My Brother's Letter
If you need to complain about untagged graphics, get over it!
RantWoman's topical comments:
RantWoman finds it a bit of a mystery to have so many friends who are birders. RantWoman takes people's lifetime lists on faith and fascination because seeing enough detail to maintain a lifetime bird list has never really been feasible on Planet RantWoman
--Marco embraced birding with the same joyous obsessiveness he brought to a number of other pursuits. RantWoman remembers visiting him in a hospital in Indianapolis and marveling that he was still adding to his lifetime bird list even as he was fighting off whatever the medical calamity of the day was.
While RantWoman was ruminating, she dug up a couple previous posts. They are oddly topical to other current life threads, but here is not the place (YET!) for Dial-a-Tirade
Independence of Sorts
Varlam RoboFag Doctors