Dear Brother. I was supposed to do and publish this post a week ago on your birthday, but, I didn't want to write about you, I wanted to reminisce about the time when you were here with us. Selfish I know. Sometimes I can't believe that you're not here; your spirit has soared away, and the shell of a body that housed it has been properly laid to rest. I understand it all, I just can't get my heart to sink.
To be absent from us means you're present with Him. I know you're looking down on us all. I have your picture on my wall at work. I glance over and see you with that huge grin and hairy chin, I tear up. I know you're in a better place, and it hurt me to see you in so much pain. It's just hard to believe sometimes that in this whole gigantic world with all these people in it, not one of their faces belong to you. I guess that's called grief. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready.
Your other siblings miss you tremendously. They carry on with their lives the best way they know how. They are living; but i'm sure sometimes they have to stop and catch their breaths, especially when it hits them, you're not here. I'm sure we all have our own little emotional ride on the roller coaster, then we jump off when we need to in order to carry on and move forward.
Just so you know, you were the coolest, kiddo. The sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. It was truly an honor to be one of your sisters. Top notch special.
Missing and loving you always Jason H. Parker. I'll see ya later.
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