Today marks one year since my brother passed away. It seems like only yesterday that we woke to the shock of him being gone, but it also seems like an eternity. This year has been a year filled with grief for my family. It is still hard to wrap my head around the fact that my brother, my daddy, and my grandfather have all passed away in 11 months time.
These last several months have taught me that time is so precious. Our lives are so very fragile. And the love of family is pure. Even through death, love is still there.
My heart continues to ache for my little brother. And I know that it will always ache because there is a big part of my life that is no longer here with me.
I miss his big teddy bear hugs.
I miss his big mischievous grin.
I miss making him laugh only to have him try and cover it up.
I miss his interaction with my kids. They still love to talk about their Uncle Roger. They continue to think so much of him.
I miss watching the way he took care of my parents and grandparents. He was an incredible son and grandson devoted to helping them.
I miss hearing him talk about taking another trip to Cedar Point with Jason.
I miss his big, kind, caring, and compassionate heart.
I miss his love.
I miss my brother…
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”