Tomorrow is the birth date of one of my younger brothers. He would have turned 50, which kind of blows me away. In my mind he is forever 18.
My wedding anniversary is Thursday. Thirty-two years ago is when we were married. Thirty-two years in May is when my brother was killed in a car accident.
It bothered me back then, when we were choosing the date of the wedding, that my brother’s birthday was the day before. It just seemed a little selfish on my part, picking that day to be married, the day after his birthday. He didn’t seem to mind, but with the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner taking place, I don’t really remember, but I think he might have just slipped through the cracks. And it was a major birthday too. He turned 18. If I would have know that was the last birthday he would ever have….well, life is full of what ifs I suppose.
I will take time tomorrow to remember all the good times we had, and miss him just a little more than I usually do. And I will continue to hold him close in my heart, until I see him again.
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