A Thought of My Brother

On this gray wet cold day, I have been thinking about my brother Jim and that in a few months it will be three years since he passed away. I miss him. There is this now empty spot in my core that he occupied and that connected me to the early part of my existence. With him gone, it is like I lost so much of my connection to the past. His memory was so much better than mine and whenever we did talk of our childhood as twins he would always remind me of that which I had hidden in the foggy recesses of my brain. Yes, I miss him and the good he brought to my life.