In some alternate universe, this past Tuesday I was visiting my brother to celebrate his 62nd birthday. I am likely teasing him for being so old.
This is just my imagination wandering.
David never made it to his 36th circuit around the sun, and mentally, I was told his brain might have made two laps.
There is never quite the right store card for this.
So I retry once a year, to find one more scanned old photo, or memory shred to revive, if but for a moment. Just in this writing, I jump out of my own center of the me universe flow, one where even with an electronic calendar reminder of David’s passing earth entry date… I forgot.
What does one make of the fragments, the half filled baby book my parents likely did not have the heart to continue filling in (or which lacked the appropriate questions to ask for a mentally retarded child)? His rocking chair, sits as a marker in my home (now far away).
A photo of my Dad, being a Dad to his son inside a horrible institution called “Rosewood”?
His name, most likely from our grandmother’s father, who passed away before we were both born?
Yes, that’s about what I can do. Invoke his name.
My brother, David.
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The post "Birthdays Without Brothers" was originally dropped like a smoking hot potato at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2015/01/birthdays-without-brothers/) on January 24, 2015.