In August, 2001, I lost my only brother to MS, which he had battled for a few years. He was eight years younger than me and the better side of me. He had the traits of my father more ingrained in him and was more free with his spirit, all of which he needed in the end.
We lived far apart and cherished the moments when we were together, spending most of our time singing.
We truly miss when we have lost. We take too much for granted and fail to hug when we have the chance…..we are all guilty and we all pay.
It is the price of living the life. Life is a privilege beyond our imaginations and we take a lot of it for granted fated by routine. We must guard our precious moments. To my brother…………
Now the time is here;
You and I must part.
Maybe in my mind, not in my heart.
You will always be
deep inside of me
laughing, joking, singing
out your part.
singing the songs we’ve both sung.
in my heart.