brother's memories are still fresh in my mind, I'd like to share
with everyone the life of my brother through my eyes. I would
like to stress that it is just that: through my eyes. What I
am going to say is opinionated and subjective, and there will
certainly be people will different views. But who would be better
to tell Mako's story than his older brother?
a natural tendency to paint a nice picture of someone that passes
away. This is not my intention here. I would like to tell his
story as I perceive it. My brother was a very complex person
with many flaws. But he was also very gifted in many ways. I
hope I will be able to describe Mako in an accurate fashion.
ask if I was close to my brother. While he was alive, I would
have probably said "no". We didn't share secrets and
we didn't talk about girls. But no matter how you look at it,
we were brothers. This one time in Europe, I looked at myself
and what I was wearing. A yellow "Helly Hanson" rain
jacket that Mako bought for me for no apparent reason, runners
that Mako bought for my 22nd birthday, and his Khaki pants that
he gave me because they were too small for him. On that very
day, I'm sure Mako spent some time on the computer that I had
bought him, spent some money somewhere which could have very
well been part of the cheque I sent him for Christmas, and rode
on the mountain bike that was passed down to him. While these
are simply purchased products, it demonstrates our willingness
to support each other. And I can't think of anyone who spent
more time with him than myself.
further ado, here's my take on his life...