I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Since you’ve passed, I’ve received my amateur radio license, just like you. I wish I could talk to you on the radio. It wouldn’t be hard to talk, since I’m just a couple of dozen miles from you. I would have loved to teach you more about technology. We really miss you and we’re celebrating your birthday here. Love, your Uncle John.
A remembrance from my sister:
And here it is, yet another year later, and the subscription cards to Harper’s continue to come, as well as all the dive magazines, and flight magazines, forwarded to my address. Stuff that would have been just more marketing annoyance, but now so significant in the way that it happens only because Luke was here to make it happen. I will be sad if they stop coming, and perhaps they never will (now that they have my name). Remembering your birthday today, Luke, I love you. Love Aunt Cathryn