Today marks 39 years since my brother Michael died from a cancerous brain tumor. He was 2.5 years old. If you've been paying attention at all, you'll know that I'm only 30 years old, so my brother passed before I was born. I never met him. I'm somewhat grateful for that. I've had so much loss in my life, that I'm not sure if having another brother die during my lifetime would be something I could handle. I love him like a brother and I think about him and miss him in a certain way, but it isn't as painful as say my mother or my other brother who committed suicide.
So here's to you, Michael! I hope the afterlife is treating you well. I wish you hadn't developed that tumor. I wish you were still alive today. I wish I had an opportunity to meet you. I love you!
So here's to you, Michael! I hope the afterlife is treating you well. I wish you hadn't developed that tumor. I wish you were still alive today. I wish I had an opportunity to meet you. I love you!