Today, my younger brother Mike would have been 53 years old had he not died in May of 2011. I was not able to sleep at all last night and I am weepy this morning. Sort of "par for the course" in my world, but it has me thinking back and wondering what has happened to my family.
It always seemed to me, at least in retrospect, that we were really quite fortunate in many ways. Our family didn't have to face any major illnesses or tragedies that seemed too heartbreaking as we grew up. Things didn't start to go haywire for us until we were adults. Then, starting in 2001 with the death of our Mom, everything fell apart.
Our trials and tragedies are at least mentioned, if not detailed, in the rest of this blog, so I will suffice with only these few highlights; after Mom died in 2001, then Patty in 2007, then Mike in 2011, half of our immediate family was gone - in just 10 years. I really miss them.
So, Happy Birthday, Mike! I miss you and wish you could have been well enough to stay but at least you are no longer in a world of pain.
I have loved you all so much! I always will.
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