The early risers among you may have caught this post yesterday when I mistakenly published…
Is for thinking about what could have been.
Today is my brother Donald’s birthday and he would be 60 if he hadn’t been killed in a motorcycle accident 36 years ago.
I’m thinking about birthdays when we were kids and our mom would buy a big beautiful bakery cake and play the special birthday record album we had.
I’m thinking about how sweet he was to me when I was a little girl and the song he made up to sing to me whenever he brought me a glass of water.
I’m thinking about how much I missed him when he decided to go live with our father when he was 12 and I was 6.
I’m thinking about all the birthdays he didn’t get and what it would be like to have a 60 year old brother.
I’m thinking about how much I’d like to wish him a happy birthday today.
So I’ll just do it.
Happy Birthday, Donald, from your little sister. I miss you every day.