It's late March once more. In two days, my brother would have been thirty-one years old. I think of him often, but more so around this time of the year.
TMNT always brings back fond memories of my little brother. When he was about seven years old, he'd tie a cloth belt around his forehead and run through the house yelling, "I love being a turtle!"
His favorite was Raphael. He watched the TMNT movie on VHS and practically wore the tape out. At times, he wanted to wrestle and be Raphael while I, being the older brother, was the evil Shredder. He loved that he always got to win, but that was just part of the fun. He was so excited when he got the Raphael action figure, and he played with it all the time.
I remember when the second TMNT movie (The Secret of the Ooze) came out just days before his eighth birthday in 1991. Each time he saw the movie preview on television, he was so excited that he raced through the house with his bandana tied around his head, shouting, "I love being a turtle!"
Sadly, he never got to watch the movie as he died on July 8th, 1991, almost three months after the movie's release. Forever eight years old. I have his Raphael action figure. I would never part with it. In my brother's memory, my computer background is a picture of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I cannot turn on my computer without being reminded of him. I truly miss him and wonder what he would have become had his life not been cut so tragically short.
A new TMNT movie is set for release in August 2014. Will I be there? Yes, and I hope that my brother is too, in spirit. Cowabunga, little bro! RIP Bubba. I miss you.
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