Were my brother still alive, today would have been his 58th Birthday.
I continue to marvel and wonder about an alternate universe where I had his presence as a functioning older brother- what kind of person would I be now?
(see the story of David’s Chair).
This object is a photo of how I prefer to think of the brother I never knew, wide eyed smile. He looks like any other normal happy kid. The photo is embedded in a block of glass that my Dad kept by his bed side for… forever. I brought it home after cleaning out Mom’s house in November, and now it sits on the table next to my bed.
Among the other milestones this year, the first one Mom is not here to mark this date on her giant kitchen calendar.
All three of them gone, Father, Mother, Brother… something as a kid and an adult I rationally knew could happen, but always thought it would happen much later. Now is later, and later is now.
Birthday thoughts, David. Peace and relief from a life not fully lived, but better than never at all.