Today marks the third "anniversary" of the day that shook my world. January 9th 2008 I received a phone call from my dad. He started out telling me to sit down. It was one of those calls you see on TV and think they are being overly dramatic. But no actor can begin to express the pain that one phone call can bring... the phone call telling me my healthy, happy, 37 year old brother was gone. This is in remembrance not of the sadness that still consumes me but of my brother, Luke. Luke was truly one of the greatest men I knew. Not just because he was my brother but because he was truly great.
What made him great?
His sense of humor
His sense of humor
His love of family
His love of the Lord
His never ending service
His hands that could make anything
His bountiful garden
His perpetual singing
His perpetual teasing
I could keep going and I could give many, many, many examples. Remembering Luke makes me rethink my life and wonder if I am living my life in a way that would make him proud. I hope so because he made me proud.
Luke Tener Short
October 28, 1970
January 9, 2008
January 9, 2008









