So far, I've not written about my little brother here. Honestly, I'm uncomfortable with the sudden out pouring of affection that follows these kinds of emotional dumps, so I generally avoid them all together. I don't dislike affection, I just hate asking for it - and in a way, that is what this does. So please forgive me for not responding to any comments.
A little over 6 months ago, my little brother Patrick passed away. His story is full of ups and downs, laughter and tears, but for 25 and 1/2 years I was his big sister and that is what really matters. I mothered him too much, he annoyed me too much, but we also had some fantastic and embarrassing inside jokes that I would never dare to share with anyone else.
Today would have been is 26th birthday.
I don't really have anything else to say about that. I just miss him. There is a big hole in my heart and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. For those of you who know me best, not being able to do anything is when I'm at my worst.
I love you, Ping.
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