It has been four years today since my darlin' brother lost his battle with cancer. He fought a good fight, never felt sorry for himself, & always lifted up those around him. He would not want us to grieve. He would want us to live fully, & I have been trying so hard to do just that. To live the life he could not finish. He was 47 yrs old, just 2 1/2 months short of his 48th birthday when he crossed from this life to the Other Side. His faith was unwavering & he left this life with smile of joy on his lips. So, I have lifted a glass of wine in his honor. I have toasted his life, I have thanked him for not only teaching me how to live, but also how to die.
He loved the beach, the sun. He loved to ride (he was a biker at heart) & the wind in his face was his therapy. Today, as it did on the day he left & as it has continued to do each November 15th since, the weather turned. It is cold & the wind is blowing strongly. Each anniversary of my brother's death brings winter to whatever part of OK I am in. Today, I was in Dallas all day (Sparky planned the trip & took me everywhere I wanted to go shopping. He knows the day & he honored it as, I think, Dave asked him to...taking care of me) & winter arrived there too. I know you left in the sunshine that broke through that morning, but it brought winter to my heart & to OK that day. I love you, I miss you & I will with each breath I take. You are my hero!!
Cheers, bro!! til we meet again in our Father's House.