Sunday, February 17, 2019

Fifty Five


Oh, dear brother. You would have been fifty-five years old today. I hope there's cake where you are. And beer. And Pop Tarts. Your smile still lights up my memories. I hear your voice in my younger son. Days of remembrance like today now bring more smiles from the laughter you brought into my life than tears over the untimely loss of you. It's funny how an annoying little brother can grow up to be one of your bestest friends. Happy birthday.

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