Thursday, October 29, 2009
My Brother
I miss him. And probably always will. I have memories and photos and connections with those he loved. I have a canister of his ashes and his Blues Brothers tshirt. When he married he gave me a sister. I loved him dearly and didn't have nearly enough time with him. This is the hardest goodbye I have ever known.
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3 comments:
I bet he was a good guy.
The best.
That is the same photo I used in the first page of the album I made for mom. Cool.
I bet you're right Ed.
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