Today is my brother Michael’s birthday. He died four years ago, and I still miss him so very much.
Michael was 11 1/2 years older than me, and for a good chunk of my life, he was a surrogate parent. When he was sent to Vietnam, he told people he was going to make sure his little sister didn’t grow up in a communism country. A lovely, if idealistic, sentiment.
As I got older, he was my buddy and I felt as though he was really the only one in the world that accepted me just as I am. I’m so grateful I had someone in my life like that, especially during my teen years.
I miss having someone tell me that he’s always there even if he doesn’t call often, that I’m always in his thoughts, that we didn’t HAVE to say the words because the love and emotion was always, always there.
…I miss you Bro! I miss your laugh, and I miss the way you’d change around words accidentally (remember Casey Steach instead of Stacy Keach?). I seem to have inherited this strange phenomenon from you! I miss the crazy Thanksgivings we had together, staying up late working 3D puzzles and listening to Sean regale us with idiotic 7/11 stories that had us in stitches and tears. I miss the shopping trips where we talked about everything and anything. When I get lost driving somewhere, I can hear your wild laughter since neither of us could navigate our way out of a tea cup. We were always taking the scenic tour! I miss you but I’m so very grateful you were in my life for 48 years.
PS – the above picture is me with my brothers. Both have passed on. I love this picture because we were young and silly – and frankly, my brothers were both so hammered that I was holding them up 🙂 Check out those “stashes” and that pepsi bottle! Hello 1985!