My big brother was 21 years older then I was. When I was tiny he spoiled me including feeling me chocolate ice cream at a week old. I miss him a lot. He died of complications of lymphoma in August 1995. Losing him was hard especially after losing mom in January of the same year. Mom and him are buried together in Bee Branch Arkansas. I bought his old house this year. It was up for foreclosure. He sold it shortly before he died. At first I though I made a mistake, too many memories Ina house he and his family lived I a long time but I am making it my own, hearing his comments on the way I decorate the room and felling his presence everywhere at first I was gittery but now it’s peaceful. The footprints in the pole barn remind me her was here. The signs that make the shelves in his old office and the practicing marks of his air brush on the walls remind me he was here. I am adding old memories to the new memories and that’s good…..I think.
My big brother and me
