One time, I was minding my own business at the stoplight turning left at university and highway 9, when all of the sudden, BANG!, something hit the back, rear panel of my car. Accident ? NO. It was Marcus, smacking my car FROM his car, then proceeded to drive REALLY CLOSE and wanted to have a conversation about nothing at all, in the middle of the street as the light turned green. I literally couldn’t turn.
Another time, there Susan and I were, minding our own business, downtown at a restaurant with Kitty and Sean on a Coro night when POW!, there was Marcus, across the street, waving in that large way of his, where EVERYONE in the vicinity would see him. But somehow, you knew, all of that ACTION going on over there, was for just you. And I was captivated - and couldn’t look away.
My favorite times, however, were all of the little times when I would be minding my own business, at work or messing around at home. My phone would buzz, and it would say “Marcus Bannon”. I would take a deep breath because I KNEW I had to be prepared to do verbal jiu jitsu to handle whatever crazy, new idea was coming my way through that phone because I KNEW he wouldn’t let me get away until we hashed out whatever it was with me.
Marcus truly CARED about you.
It’s true, he always SEEMED like he had something in mind when he called you and sometimes he did have alterior MOTIVES, but more often than not, he just wanted to be with you. He would ask how you were, how the family was, what you had going on. He genuinely wanted to know, and he wanted to be close.
I will miss being captured by him.
I will miss being close with him.
I will miss my brother, Marcus.
