Tomorrow would be my brother’s birthday.
Sometimes I miss him so.
This past Christmas, he was in the hospital.
He spent a lot of time in the hospital during his last year.
While he was there a cousin of ours stopped in to visit with him.
And she left him this….
He knew she had been there.
But he was very lethargic and unable to hold much of a conversation.
He asked me to take his Christmas gift home and keep it for him until he felt better.
That day never came.
Still to this day it sits in my entry way.
Just like the Ipod I bought him.
He loved music. His life revolved around it.
Which is why I bought the Ipod and downloaded every album he had onto it.
He never held it in his hand.
I was waiting for him to feel better.
The day never came.
Occasionally, I hold the Ipod.
And I play a game or two on it.
Games I downloaded for him.
Each time I see it, I think of him.
I’m left with this Christmas gift that sits in my entry way.
I see it many times every day.
I really need to do something with it. But I just don’t know what.
If I would see the cousin, I would offer it back to her.
I have not.
So it sits.
And it waits.
But for what, I have no idea.
But just because he’s no longer with me doesn’t mean I can’t wish him happy birthday.
He’ll hear me, I’m sure of it.
Happy Birthday, Brother Bear!
We’ll celebrate together again one day.