He passed away suddenly ten years ago and as each year goes by, I feel like it just happened. The last time that I saw him was on my wedding day. His oldest son was our ring bearer and his youngest son was so, so little. It continually breaks my heart that the boys do not have their dad around to watch them grow up.
Since my brother is eleven years younger than me, leaving me to feel like an only child for a long time, my cousins felt like brothers to me. While other little girls were playing dress up and having tea parties, I was off having adventures in the woods with the boys. I could have been playing jump rope or with Barbies, but no-I was pretending to be in the army and fighting battles.
|Coming back from one of our many adventures in the woods|
I miss David. I miss him when I see our kids play together and wish that he could watch them. I miss him when all of the family is together at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Someday we will have a sweet reunion in Heaven, where there are no more tears.