Early morning, childhood. Rushing for the cereal in hopes that my brother didn't get there first. He did. All gone. JERK!
Friday afternoon, childhood. Mum always goes grocery shopping. Rushing home from school, hoping that my brother didn't lick the frosting off all the cupcakes. He did. Disgusting. JERK!
Christmas morning, childhood. Running down the stairs, hoping my brother didn't get there first to go through all the packages and hide mine behind the tree, placing his right up front. Too late, it's become a present hunt. JERK!
Beautiful summer morning, childhood. Ready to get on my bike for the days great adventure. Bike is gone, so is my brother. Drats! Foiled again. Why can't he fix his own damn bike and leave mine alone. JERK!
Cleaning of my face mask. A flash goes off. Damn that Polaroid my brother got for Christmas last year! Finish dressing quickly, chase the bastard around the house, trying to get the picture he took before my date arrives. Too late, it's gone....taped to the front door without my knowledge. It's the first thing my date sees when he rings the doorbell. JERK!
My brother buys me a dog for "protection". I'm starting to like my brother. My best friend of 12 years dies suddenly in an car accident. I'm beyond consolation. My brother stays with me for 3 days, taking care of me,making sure I eat, sleep, and just LIVE. I couldn't have gotten through it without him. I'm starting to really LOVE my brother.
Tuesday night in June. My mom calls me to gently tell me my brother is "gone". I can't breath, I can't sleep, I can't eat. He was too young to leave. My Rock was gone. How could this happen? How could he leave me like that? JERK! A warm August night. It's 12 AM. I'm sitting on my balcony, in the dark, unable to sleep. The night is gorgeous, warm and breezy. The sky is loaded with stars, made even brighter by a full moon....I love you, brother.