It’s Dooley Day, edition number 17. It’s been 17 years since my amazing little brother Dooley went home to be with Jesus. I can’t believe it!
I try to post about him every year to keep his legacy alive because he was simply outstanding. In height, in personality, in artistic ability, in musical ability, in humor, and in so many other areas. Just outstanding!
If you’re new around here, my little brother Ryan (we called him Dooley) was in a car accident on October 17, 2002, and went home on October 18th. (I talked about how this experience changed me at a women’s conference last year, which you can read about here if you have a few minutes!) I want to keep his story alive because (1) so many details and so much of the aftermath of his story point to Jesus and, (2) I remember my daddy saying his biggest fear would be that people would one day forget Dooley. Well, I’m here to not let you forget!! ha! He’s my brother, and for every year that I’m around, I’m going to make sure you remember him 🙂 As one of my old college professors, Hank Flick, would say, “Not on my watch!”
This year I want to do something a little different.
There is a Dooley story that had me laughing SO HARD a couple of days ago, so I thought, this is the perfect little anecdote to share, and it’s an easy way to get people involved in remembering Dooley.
Rewind to Spring Break either 2000 or 2001– I can’t exactly remember — our Broadmoor youth group was going on a ski trip for the week of Spring Break. Easter candy was already out in the stores, so I’d purchased a big bag of Reese’s eggs to take on the plane as a snack. Either Dooley was sitting right behind me, or I was sitting right behind him, so I was sharing my Reese’s eggs with him on the plane. By the time we’d made it from Jackson to Denver, together we had crushed the bag. Every egg was safely in a Miller belly.
Well, a few hours later… I cannot even believe I’m about to type this. My grandmother would absolutely die hearing me say this… But I think it kind of makes the story… A few hours later, Dooley and I had the worst gas. It was so bad!!! We kept silently farting and absolutely knocking out the people around us, but we weren’t about to fess up that it was us. Soooo until just this moment, that has always been something that only he and I knew!!
I’m laughing so hard typing this!! Hello, I’m Laurel, and I’m super immature when it comes to bathroom humor. Whatever… Dooley would think it was funny! 🙂
Anyway!!!! What I wanted to get you in on if you’re up for it, is going out today and enjoying a Reese’s product of some sort in memory of Dools! (Just remember MODERATION…. Please, for the sake of everyone around you, do not go overboard.) There are so many Reese’s options!! (Sadly Reese’s eggs are only out at Easter. Reese’s pieces are the closest thing I guess.) If you think about it and want to post your Reese’s on social media and use the hashtag #RememberingDooley, I think it could be a fun and different and new way of making sure people don’t forget about that oh-so-special Ryan Patrick Miller 🙂
Again, remember moderation!
Please don’t feel like you have to post about it, but if you do, please use the hashtag! I’d love to see 🙂 And who doesn’t need a great excuse to have a Reese’s?!
As info, I’m not eating ALL of these Reese’s things today. I plan to stash some and share some!
You can peek at old Dooley Day posts here if you want to. There are some cute photos of him buried in all these old posts!
Thank you for dropping in today. Thanks for taking a sec to read about my brother even if you didn’t know him. I’m thankful for the opportunity to get you #RememberingDooley! 🙂 And thanks for excusing my bathroom humor.