Thursday was a good day. So was Friday. Good stuff happening with work, Mitzvah the Dog is jumping up and down like a puppy and the hideous Miami humidity and downright hotness not as hideous as usual. And some other stuff.
So what's the bad? After a really cool meeting the other day I picked up the phone and dialed Brian. I wanted to tell him my good stories. Especially the ones that involved his friends and mine and represented victory over the green meanies that sometimes surround me.
Gosh I miss my brother.
But the good days will eventually outnumber the bad. I'll always have to resist picking up the phone and calling him. Cause he can't answer any more. He'd sure like some of the funny stories.
But I made a donation to Elliott's classroom project in his memory and made my appointments for my annual checkups. It's how I can honor my brother.
Maybe this week will be better.
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