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.
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:
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
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