I sit starring at a picture that I drew of my brother.
I look straight into the eyes of this figure and I know that it is him.
How could I not? For it was drawn by my own hand.
I do not see this person as my brother but as my hero.
I listen to the recorded words over and over. This screaming in my ear.
I love the sound of the voices past.
His eyes. His voice. They bring back all the faded memories of the good times and better times.
I shall never forget the laughter that we shared. Nor the tears from both our eyes.
How am I gonna talk to now? Who can ask for advice?
To be honest I'm scared. I was always the introvert of our family and you the extrovert.
Some times it feels as if I am in a house full of strangers.
I need my brother, I don't want him to turn into a faded memory.
I didn't know what I would have done with out him and now he's gone.
Will that ever get through to me?
I'll never know.
What happens in the absence of Love? Depression. Desolation.
With out love, there is simply, no tomorrow.
We can not lose the love.
Not now. Not ever.
I love my brother and I always will.
But without his warming smile everyday feels like winter.
I love you, Josh. Never forget it.
Working on letting go,
The more.
Photo Challenge for this week:
Take a photo of your hero. (:
Mine are at the top.
Send them into: Chaotickirstie@live.com
I feel exactly the same. So hard to let it go every time someone tells you to forget him. So hard to smile when you're the one who has to take his place. I didn't ask for this silence, this void. But it's come upon me so now's the time to act. I almost feel that 'final toast' and 'the changing of the times' are appropriate. Misses him ='( But GOD fills the gaps and gives me the patience I need till I see him at Christmas. Jesus, my other big brother, loves you! =)
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