Sunday, June 5, 2011
My brother Steve passed away recently, losing his battle with cancer. Steve was both my inspiration and my nemesis at various points in my life. He was the reason I went to school to become a hydrologist (he was already in the masters program at University of Arizona when I entered to pursue my BS). I followed him into consulting in Arizona, where I was forever known as "Steve's younger brother" within much of the local hydrology community. At times I think I may have left consulting to go to law school as a concession that I would never be as good a hydrogeologist as he was. But the reality is, he had things he was really good at - computer modeling and theory - and I had things I was very good at - field hydrogeology and policy. In the end I came to the understanding that he pushed me at times to make myself better at what I did (which I often resented), but ultimately I would not be where I am today without his influence in my life. I am a better person both professionally and personally because he took the time to care about me and where I was going with my life. I owe him a huge debt of gratitude that I was never very good at expressing. I hope he occasionally looks down on me and smiles at my accomplishments.