I lost my brother, Mike, to cancer in 2005. He had just turned 30.
That’s too young.
Today, he would have been 37 years old.
Even though several years have passed, I still sometimes grab the phone to give him a call.
And then I realize what I’m doing. There’s a hole there that cannot be filled.
However, I do have a hope. I know that I will see him again one day. And I’ll be able to catch up on all the “Happy Birthdays” that I can’t give him right now.
I’m thankful for that.
Happy Birthday, Mike! Love you! Miss you!
Thanks, Jeff, for sharing. It means lots to me. I miss him so.
I miss him too…