My younger brother younger died on a Wednesday in November of 1998. He was my best friend in the whole entire world. The Sunday prior he and his wife came to visit me after church. We sat and talked for hours. He even brought with him a Snickers bar as a treat for me because he knew how much I loved Snickers. After he died, I could not bring myself to eat the Snickers bar. I kept it in my freezer for almost 3-4 years. Even when we moved to another apartment I took it with me to the new apartment freezer. I was paralyzed with fear of the thought that if I ate it, or threw it away after so long it would be like losing my brother all over again. Eventually, I guess I had some healing, and decided one day to throw it away because each and every time I looked in the freezer and saw it a pain would twinge at my heart. Just one day out the blue I decided he would not want me to be sad every time I looked at the daggone thing. I decided he would want me to remember the good times and fun we had growing up. So, I finally threw it away. I still think about that Snickers bar now and again, but it no longer brings me to tears when I think about it. Well, except for today while I am writing this. (smile) I just try to remember the good times I shared with my best friend, my confidant, my guru - my brother. I still miss him terribly. Nothing has been the same since he has been gone. When attending family functions it always feels like something is missing. never quite the same.
Thank you for letting me share.
