When my wife and I wound up homeless from hurricanes in Florida, my big brother gave us a place in his home to get back on our feet.
When I got out of the Navy after my first wife left me 28 years ago, my big brother took me into his home until I got my head together.
I won't be making the funeral. Oklahoma's too far, my car won't make the trip, and I'm sure he'd understand. But I'll miss him. And I'll think of him. And I'll wonder how this fucking virus could take out one of the strongest men I know.
My big brother.
Flights of angels and all that shit..... Sleep well, Mark.
7 comments:
My condolences Steve.
That is fucked up man.
Sorry for your loss.
You have my condolences Xeno.
Eric.
A shame. Condolences for your loss. Speaking as a big brother, looking out for our younger siblings is part of the job.
Found your blog from Phil when you were first moving to Michigan. Thinking good thoughts about your brother and the rest of his family.
How is the new location panning out?
Hang in there Sir, sometime life just sucks!
Prayers for comfort and peace to you, the family, and friends.
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