My nephew Tim
He is The Legal Genealogist‘s hero.
He is smart.
He is funny.
And he has the heart of a lion.
And have I mentioned that he’s my hero?
He is an unrepentant Cubs fan, who will listen — start to finish — to every single game no matter where the Cubs stand… and he still believes they will win a World Series in his lifetime.
He is a Bears fan. A Bulls fan. A Blackhawks fan. A Chicago fan through and through.
And have I mentioned, lately, that he’s my hero?
He is a total card sharp. Do not ever play poker with this man. He will take your shirt while stealing your heart and making you laugh while he does it.
He is a Facebook addict. Letting him loose on the computer guarantees that you will (a) laugh and (b) lose a lot of time chasing down the links he posts.
Have I told you that he’s my hero?
He knows every song Taylor Swift has ever sung, word for word, and may be the world’s biggest Taylor Swift fan.
He is a loving son, loving brother, doting uncle of Martin (who has just turned one), a nephew and cousin to so many.
And have I mentioned yet — he’s my hero?
When Tim was born, there was every reason to believe he wouldn’t make it. A combination of spina bifida and hydrocephalus at that time offered a grim prognosis.
And time after time he has beaten the odds.
He has endured operations.
Years in a brace, and a wheelchair.
Hospitalization after hospitalization.
His life, of necessity, has been different from that of his peers.
And through it all — he has been smart.
And he has been funny.
And he has shown that he has the heart of a lion.
He is my nephew Tim.
And he is my hero.