May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023
It is hard to believe that tomorrow you will be gone for 2 years. I still wait for you to walk through the door at Dad's whenever I am visiting. I still expect a text the week before any holiday where I am to cook asking me if I need anything last minute. I still can't believe you aren't here. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. We were supposed to get old and yell at each other because we inherited Dad's hearing. We were still supposed to fight over the cadbury eggs, peanut butter cookies and funny bones in Dad's pantry for many more years. To say I miss you, brother, is an understatement. Give mom a hug for me. A day does not go by where I don't think of both of you.