Today my little brother would have been fifty-nine years old. It’s hard to believe he would have been that old, but harder still to fathom him being gone for so long. I haven’t typically gone to the cemetery on his birthday or any other marked occasion, however, since my dad died, I go more often. My dad is buried on the other side of that stone. I called my mother to see if she wanted to go to and she did.
We stood at his grave and I asked her about his birth. I’m sure I have heard the details before but today, I wanted to honor him in a small way, so I listened to the story again.
I also found that I miss my dad a little more than usual today, as I think about my brother. It’s not morbid, really. It’s healing. They were a huge part of my life. Dad for almost sixty years and for that I am grateful. My brother only eighteen years, and I am grateful for those years as well, even though we didn’t always get along :).
Life passes so quickly. People we love leave us quickly, in one way or another, without much fanfare or to-do. That’s life.
Hug your people and hold them just a little closer today. In honor of my brother.