Year Three.

It has been three years now without my little bother. I do not think about ‘it’ as much as I used to; though, that is not to say I don’t think of him daily. Although 3 years have passed to the day today, it seems like it was just last week I was chatting with him online while he was in Japan – him telling me highly inappropriate, and often embarrassing, stories of his escapades while abroad… that was Mark.
It is odd how when we loose someone, we don’t really loose them – just the ability to go see them and form new memories with them – by far the greatest loss. I think of Mark likely more now than I did before loosing him – death does that to people. Even though he is not here anymore, I still feel that he is. I don’t know how to put it; I am not crazy and I know he is gone, but I still remember him clearly, I still feel as if I have recently talked to him (though I know I have not), and I still think about seeing him again. I know I won’t, but it still helps to think that I will see his face again.

So, there you have it. If you are out there in the æther Mark, we love you and we miss you.

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