Saturday, September 15, 2018
Some things never get easier. One of those is losing someone close to you. On September 15th 2005 my world came crash down around me.
My brother was my hero. When you are in elementary school and they have to do those hero drawings. Ya I always put my brother. He could be the meanest little turd to me, but he never let anyone else be.
He would get my sister and I ready for school in the mornings. I have always hated waking up. So he would wake me up and bring me to his room and let me lay in his bed and watch tv for awhile. He made sure we were dressed and had something to eat if we wanted it.
When he got his first job he bought my sister and I gifts with his first paycheck. When my parents would fight he would bring us to his room and turn the tv up so we couldn’t hear what was going on.
As we grew up he was still always there. Just a call away and his door was always open. It didn’t matter how stupid you might have thought it was. He was always there even when I didn’t know. Years after I started dating I learned he always found and had secret little chats with my boyfriends. Lol.
My brother was not perfect by any means, he had his demons like anyone else. Maybe more than others as well. He tried to always hide it from everyone else because he didn’t want anyone to worry. He was a fixer. He didn’t worry about himself first.
I wish my kids could have known him. I wish I could have seen the man he would have grown to be. I could just imagine him as a grandpa. Yes
Sometimes I ignore the fact that he is gone. I’ll talk to him like he is right there and let my days pass being ignorant to the fact he isn’t.
I know it won’t hurt forever. For I believe one day we will have all of eternity together. Until then...