I have a lot of stories of my brother. But I don't have the energy to type them out. He died 9 years ago, and to even write this feels wrong. Heavy and despairingly wrong. Grief and loss, the absence of the people you knew and loved is mind boggling.
Right now I'm crying inside because I missed his hugs. He was not a big person but he was taller than me, and he had this way of wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me just the right amount of tight.
One of my favorite things about his personality and nature was when he would leave for a trip and come back. He'd barely call while he was away Bec so busy, but the moment he got back, the moment I pick him up from the airport, he would light up the moment he saw me and drop his bags and run to me, pick me up and swirl me with the biggest hug.
I'd give ANYTHING for that hug. Please don't take your life if you have loved ones. Please. (I know it's selfish to ask)
Oh, and one time he was running away from a crazy dude in a wheelchair and dove into the driver's seat headfirst fast through the passenger side window over my body. It was hilarious and he got stuck. He was funny as hell so I will leave you with that.