Next time I see you, will be the first.
That makes it sound like I hardly know you. But don’t worry. I do.
I know you’re funny because I laugh longer than anyone I know. And the extra 5 seconds is yours.
I know you’re tall because I’m tall. And my brother should be taller than me .
I know you have lots to say because I’m always getting tongue tied, and I know you try to mix your thoughts with mine.
I know it’s you because when I can’t go on, I receive a breath of hope that could only come from an angel.
Next time I see you, will be the first. We’ll probably laugh and cry. And never wanting to leave your side, we'll finally walk together.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow. *
Until then, tell Papa and Hailey how much I love them.
It’s not fair. You should be here. You should be in the room next to mine. I’m so sorry that you’re not. I hope you know that it’s only because you’re special. You are too special to have to live in a place like this. Sometimes, I think about you. I think about you and cry. I cry and cry and make believe how things would have been different with you. But for now, I look forward to the day when I can finally meet the one who never left my side. And I’ll know that it’s you. That it was always you. My brother. I love you.
P.S. Thanks for the hug today.
I think sis will need one tomorrow.
*Where the Sidewalk Ends- Shel Silverstein