My Brother's Glove

My brother Bob had a left-handed glove; he got it when we went to the Dodger vs. Yankee game. As our dad worked for the agency that sponsored the Dodger vs. Yankee game, so we got passes to the pre-game. Bob always admired Jackie Robinson in his previous games, I saw them talking and interacting. Bob told him that he loved to play baseball and he was left handed same as him. I saw Jackie taking out his glove and giving it to Bob as a gift. Bob loved to play baseball and he was really excited that he got the glove. When we reached home he rushed to get a green ink pen to write his poems on the glove. He wrote on the glove because if he got bored on the field he would read the poems that he had written. He would use it for every game he played. The glove he had on was his lucky charm, he would always win the game if he was playing with that glove.

He was a red headed boy who never got mad at anyone. Whenever I bothered him, he never used to get mad. Like the time when a kid in a bike role over his foot, he did not get mad in fact he forgave him and walked away.

In Maine in July 18, 1946 he died by a decease called leukemia, but right before he died he gave me his glove, obviously its old, scraped and dirty. From a tan color it became a light beige color. I could even still see the poems he wrote in each finger with his green ink pen. For me it was just a piece of junk but to him it was like a golden rock, he carried it wherever he went. 

  He was younger than me but he acted more mature than I did. I thought I would become crazy the day he died because I loved him a lot, so I kicked and broke all the windows in the garage.

We had a very special bond, even though I used to bother him a lot he always forgave me and loved me. He has left me but I will never forget him, I will always remember him.