I miss my brother the most when I’m the happiest. The first time I ever held my daughter I was so overwhelmed with love for her, so happy and also missing him so much, because my daughter would never know him. He’s a name and a picture, nothing more to her. It seems a shame to me that Brian doesn’t get to know him either other than a name in stories. To them, he might as well be a fictional character.
I don’t much mind it, the missing him, it’s made me more appreciative of life and love. I would rather miss him every day of my life than forget about him, love is so worth it.
My brother would have been 28 today. I guess he is 28 anyway, even though he’s gone he still comes back and visits, I think just to check in on me. I think he’s proud of me. I know he’s happy for me.
Happy birthday brother. I love you.
