Influences can never be measured

I will eternally be grateful for the years that my brother Buck spent with my daughter as she was growing up, as well as for me when I was growing up.

He was the grandfather she never had. Picking her up from school and taking her to dance. He even took her to school with him in the summer months, making her feel important as his assistant principal. She loved school because of his influence on her. Even when he was going to fill in his swimming pool, he knew she loved to swim and waiting several years later to fill it in. As she was near her high school graduation and we were in transition of moving to another town, he created a safe experience for her to live on her own for the first time in his garage apartment.

When I was growing up, I spent many wonderful times with him, his wife Diana and their son. I have lots of great memories of going on wagon trains, sleigh riding and water skiing. But most of all, I appreciate the time he took to pick up my younger brother and myself and take us to church each week. I am not sure where I would be in my spiritual walk if he had not done this.

So while he was there for my daughter when my job was very demanding. He was there for me once again.

Buck now has his own grandchild Brady and is a wonderful grandfather to him--sharing many wonderful moments and creating many beautiful memories as he did with us.

Someone once said, “We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” I think all of us, although different ages, reflect a little of Buck Rogers in each of our lives.