Monday, January 31, 2011

My Brother

My brother, Ronnie, died this morning.  I don't know how to take it.  We weren't close.  He's 22 years older than I.  He was married and had a family and had moved on before I was even born.  I've only seen him a few times in my life.  He lived on the West Coast.  I live on the East Coast.

I have shed a few tears, and then wondered why.  Perhaps for a relationship that never was developed?  Probably because his death is a reminder of my own mortality.

 I don't know.

1 comment:

jerry said...

Faith, Had your blog bookmarked and something told me to check it today. I see in your last post on Monday, that your brother had passed away that morning. Only you know how you feel, so I don't want to say something unmeaningful. Just want you to know that I am praying for you and for Ronnie's soul and pray that God gives you the wisdom and grace to understand the relationship you had with your brother. Peace, Jerry