Bo’s birthday is today. His sister wrote about him and the night he died
My Brother, Botham Jean
My phone rang, and without looking at the caller ID, I knew who it was.
Botham was on the other end with a smile in his voice, “Guess where I’m heading, Big Sis?” His joy was so contagious I started laughing. He was heading home early from work because of rain and was overjoyed. I said, “Count your blessings.” Botham and I were raised in the Church of Christ, and the saying comes from an old hymn that goes: Count your blessings. Name them one by one.
Botham had many blessings to count. The week before, he was on a strict soup diet after a wisdom tooth extraction. That day he got the green light from his dentist to eat ice cream. Botham loved dairy! When we were growing up, my aunt Desma and I called him Milky Way because of his love for anything with milk: ice cream, milkshakes, egg nog, cereal.
Once Botham purchased a tub of ice cream, he was set for the evening. We spoke about his upcoming birthday, the start of the football season that night. We exchanged our normal daily banter. We spoke almost every day, about everything and nothing. We always started a conversation via text and finished it over the phone.