2 years

Well, it is hard for me to believe that it has been 2 years (Friday) since my brother Tim passed. I still at times am stopped suddenly by the thought that he is gone, and I wonder if that will ever change. My intent, though, is not to wallow in sadness, but instead to simply acknowledge the day, because I would never want him to think he is forgotten.

Despite his failing health in later years, I will always try to remember him as he is in this picture. Mom said I was scared of the photographer, and was crying, so Tim put his arm around me to comfort me. Because he continued after that to be the one person to whom I could tell my silliest fears, and always receive assurance that everything was ok, I choose to think, though at times it is a challenge, that somehow he has his reassuring arm around me even now.