Every Friday one of us called our nephew Luke, or he called us.
We started with the weather. He always knew the highs and lows, if it was a pleasant day or storms were stirring. He couldn't see what was happening outside — he started losing his vision at age 12 — but he knew.
We talked about ball teams, outrageous headlines in the news and building projects his dad and brother had undertaken. He was always upbeat. We chatted about what his 5-year-old nephew and baby niece were up to. We shared antics happening in our wing of the family, stories about rascally grandkids, a frog-jumping contest and outdoor adventures, all the things he enjoyed as a boy.
