My beautiful baby brother. It is his birthday today and I wish I could call him and talk for hours like we used to, and I wish I could give him a loving embrace, and tell him how much I love him. He left a giant hole in my heart when he died seven years ago. Seven years without him, now. What I can’t figure out is why I’ve been on the verge of tears all day, especially since so much time has passed. His birthday comes around every year, as does the day of his death. I’m not sure why it hits harder some years, more than others.
I guess the reason I’m even posting about this is to somehow honor him on his birthday and to say to all of you, my friends, to hand out your hugs freely. Whether friend, family, or lover, wrap your arms around the people in your life and, when you do, really feel the embrace, the exchange of energy, the way they feel in your arms. Be as present as possible so that you can always remember it when they are gone. When they speak to you, soak in the sound of their voice and hear the beauty of it’s tone and the rhythm of their words. Give them the gift of truly listening. We all long to be heard. We all long to be accepted. We all long to love and be loved, just as we are.
Happy Birthday, Doug. I miss your presence here so very much.