Three years ago today I flew to Houston.
Three years ago today I sat in a hospital conference room with my family.
Three years ago today I lost my brother.
Today I will try not to cry as I remember our last phone call and the promise of a visit once he got home and the offer of a kidney if he needed it.
Today I will work on the boat because he would have been the first person to come help us with it and he would have been proud of his little sister.
Today I will do only things that I enjoy because life is too short.
Stephen and I were a lot alike despite the 11 year age difference. We are both stubborn and hard headed. We are both independent. As my mom would say, we are kindred spirits and I miss him terribly.
Don’t forget to tell someone you love them today and every day. You never know when they will be taken from you.