The day my brother got into a motorcycle accident that took his young life.
This October 16th marks the 24th anniversary of his death.
Which means that today he's been gone as long as he was here.
In order to allow others to feel my pain I say things like "Bear, can you imagine losing Googie or Prince Buttercup? Googie is 24, the same age as Uncle John was when he left us, could you imagine life without her?".
He frowns at me and shakes his head.
This puts things into perspective for me too.
Because sometimes I feel like it was so long ago that maybe I'm not remembering things right...
Things like how close we were and how HUGE his loss was.
I don't doubt it, ever, its just that the passage of time has a muting effect.
So when I ask Bear about Googie I feel like I've been punched in the gut.
I know what it is to love a sibling for 24 years.
That's a long time to forge an awesome relationship.
And an even longer time to miss it.
PS...Yo, bro John, I sooo know you would read this blog if you were able, can't say the same about that bimbo sister of ours. There are so many times I wish you could be here to gang up on her with me. I miss those days, and she is long past due a real good ass kickin... just sayin.
|24 years in Heaven, you lucky dog, you! xoxo