Take Time

Such is life.

In a bid to "move on" and live well, I don't normally let myself stop to think about my brother.

Sometimes I feel like I've lived several lives.
In one of these other lives, I had a younger brother. The reality of it is that he is no longer in my life.
Not in the same way.

What does one do when one has a whole lifetime ahead.., and has to redefine the word "sister"?


So eventually..., we are all forgotten. That is the plain sad truth.
Life is so fleeting. Reality so fragile.


So every now and again, I let myself remember.
I take time to pause and soak in the memories - of a past life with a naughty little brother I grew up with. Played with. Made music with.



To all who have left us too soon.
You have not been forgotten.