Today is a sucky day. I'm going to be totally honest. Every year on THIS day, I can say it sucks. Regardless of what happens I HATE this day... 12 years ago today I lost my older brother Jason. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him and what he would have been like, or what we would be doing together with our families. Or how my kids could have had more cousins and I could have more wonderful little nieces and nephews running around. How my parents could have more little grand kids to love on.
Yes, I understand I'm assuming a lot that could have been. Maybe he would not have wanted kids or he wouldn't be doing what I imagined, but dang it, why didn't we get to see what he could have done or who he could have been as a grown man. It makes me sad that my children will never get to meet him. I know my 'why' questions won't ever get answered (at least not now). And dang it I have lots. Why did he have to suffer? Why so young?
Why? Why? Why?
I MISS HIM.
I hate that he is gone, I hate that I remember this day 12 years ago like it was yesterday. How sad my entire family was (and still is), what we did for the next couple of days after. How I had to hear my parents cry so hard and be so sad.
Time does heal, but it is always difficult for us. I can't even begin to imagine how my parents felt. I know that it is even more painful for them. I however am so thankful that they have healed together and made their marriage work through everything they went through.
I thank God everyday for the great things He has given me, health, family, friends, etc. I pray that we never have to go through something like this again. I am so thankful for the family I have and how incredibly wonderful they all are. I try to cherish everyday, even the difficult ones and remember how great things in my life are.
This all has made me a better person, much more understanding, and more appreciative of the good things.
Jason I love you and miss you so much...