It was a month ago today that I received a phone call that no sibling wants to get. My brother had passed away and his son had to make that dreaded call. My brother was 3 years younger than I and the thought that he might pass away before me had never entered my mind. I had to tell my daughter and son about their uncle. A short time later, I was trying to give comfort to my nephew and niece.
Six days later, we held the funeral and I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he was gone.
Thankfully, I have a great support system. Family, friends and my church offered kind words, thoughts and prayers.
In the days that have gone by, my thoughts have bounced around like crazy. Memories of growing up in a small town, people that we knew, neighbors and family. Most bring a smile to my face.
I am going to miss my brother..
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