|I stole this from my sister|
Brandon and I were 13 months apart, there wasn’t a moment in a my life that I don’t remember having
him around. The pain of losing him was nearly unbearable. I often sit and watch the clock on May 25th, thinking about what our lives were like that day before he died. We never saw it coming, and I’m sure he didn’t either.
Brittney, Lauren, Renae, and I were sitting at Tapas in downtown Lexington the very last time I heard his voice. He called and I answered, but only briefly. I was enjoying dinner and drinks with my girlfriends before heading into a night of work at UK. I wish I would have talked longer. I will be forever grateful for the last few seconds of conversation and a final I love you.
Our lives have changed dramatically since he left us. We have three new babies in the family. My sister is engaged, and I am getting divorced. His daughters have grown up so much, and he would be so proud of the little women they are becoming. The last few weeks I have needed you more than ever and I guess you are listening to my prayers.
There will never be words to describe how much you are missed. Your laughter and antics, you always knew how to make anyone laugh. I hope you know how much are loved and cherished. I know that you would like nothing more than to teach your two nephews to fish, hunt, and play football. It is a somber day for our family. I take solace in knowing that heaven is a little goofier place because you are there.
Today instead of remembering the day you were stolen from us, I will remember the days that we shared. Our first trip to Disney World, breaking my leg racing you on a bicycle, and the time you nearly knocked me out playing “balance beam” on the edge of our parents water bed. The absolutely ridiculous stuff like trying to light your farts are some of the most amusing moments of my life.
Happy Sorrowful Saturday,