Sharing memories of a brother
To the editor:
In just over a month, on Aug. 28, it will be two years since I lost my brother, Stephen Potkrajac, to cancer.
He was only 50 years old. He was the strongest man I knew, both physically and mentally. He was a great athlete at Jefferson Union High School, where he excelled in football and wrestling.
I was his older brother, but I always looked up to him. As an athlete, he showed so much strength and will, it was unbelievable. His coaches, Dan Stephens in football, and Dan Doyle in wrestling, would agree with that. As he was losing his battle with the cancer, he still showed that same strength and courage that made him the man he was. He always stayed positive and never complained. I miss him as much today as I did when he passed.
Everything has changed dramatically since he died. If cancer could take down my brother, it could take down anyone. My brother was an Ohio State and Green Bay Packer fan. I remember the last Ohio State football game we watched together. One thing that makes me happy is that in our whole adult life, we never had one argument or disagreement. We had a lot of love and respect for each other. We had a lot of talks toward the end, but he never talked about dying. Every talk we had was positive, like he would talk about needing to get his 1972 Chevy truck painted.
So, as the two-year anniversary of his passing nears, I am sad, but also glad that I was blessed to have a brother like him for 50 years. There are a lot of great memories. So, to my brother Stephen in heaven, I love you and still terribly miss you, and look forward to the day that we will meet again. I am sure that you, dad and Megan had a lot to talk about. You will always be missed, and never forgotten by me and my family.
George Milton Potkrajac