Just going through some stuff and found the little card from my Brother’s funeral when I was 18.
Every December 14th… I think more and more about my Brother. Today is one of those days. Today… I have many thoughts and I will return soon and type them out…
23 Years Ago… I lost my Brother to Cancer. He was 36 years old and I was 18 at the time. It’s a long time ago… but I can remember that point in my life very well. I had new beginnings happening that I was excited about… but I knew I was going to loose someone that I wanted to know more. With the age difference… he was out of our house before I could remember things as a little kids. I do remember snooping through his old room every day… just going through his stuff.
I miss him. I miss the person and the man and the father figure I didn’t really get a chance to know. I knew him… but didn’t have time with him that I wanted to. He was a special guy and I think about him alot.