There are things that we think of every
single day. What to eat. Chores. Pooping. Just regular things that
come across your mind every day like normal folks. For the past 13
years there has not been a single day where the thought of my brother
Kevin that died when I was 22 years old doesn't cross my mind.
It's not as romantic, thoughtful, or
pleasant as it sounds. In movies when you hear people say they think
of someone every day it sounds nice. I'm here to tell you that it
isn't as sweet as it seems. It sucks and it hurts. Yeah, a lot of the
time when I think of my brother I think of all the funny things he
did or said. I think of hanging out with him. Teaching me how to
drive at the age of 9. Watching wrestling. Waking up mad because his
allergies would make him scratch his ear and clear his throat super
loud.
But other times I just remember that he
is dead.
