Three years.
This is my third draft of trying to write something that adequately captures how i’m feeling today. The last two have tried to be overly introspective, and capture some sense of “lessons learned” after three years w/o my brother.
Instead of trying to capture some nugget of wisdom onto paper (or bits, as it were) let me just share this with you.
My brothers, both of them, have inspired every aspect of my life. My career choices, specifically, reflect the strengths of my brothers as manifested in me. I’m a post-modern remix of my older two brothers.
To lose one was absolutely heartbreaking, but fortunately, I feel like my family and friends have really been there for me to help me deal. Do I feel completely whole again? No, like anyone who has lost a family member will tell you, an irreplacable piece of me has stopped growing, and there’s nothing I can do to replace it, or stimulate its growth again. That being said, luckily other parts of me have grown to help cope, and one HUGE part came out of nowhere (my wife) to help put me back together again.
I definitely take my family for granted, and before I have to have another chaotic unexpected event to put me back in line, I want them to know I love them. Take some time right now to do the same.
