An Angel for Over a Year

I can't believe that my baby brother has been an angel for over a year. It feels like just yesterday that he was tragically pulled from us, yet it seems so long since we embraced. 

This past weekend was a mix of emotions. I was able to sit down and visit with some of Manny's closest friends. Now I get it. I get why he was always dividing his time so cautiously to include all of these wonderful people. 

My brother was so blessed to not only be incredibly loved by his family, but also his friends. I loved hearing their memories and how Manny positively impacted their life. It was one of the most healing visits I have had so far. 

It's Simple...

It's simple...I just miss my brother.

One of the most challenging things that I have had to face with grieving, is the fact that I just miss Manny. Simple as that.

I do not have any regrets, no lingering words...I just miss him. 

I miss every

single

thing about him.

I miss sitting and talking with him.

I miss watching him play in the yard with the boys. 

I miss his demeanor and his smile.

I miss the laughter around the dinner table, when he would entertain us with his elaborately told stories and impressions.

I just miss him, and that statement in itself, is a tough pill to swallow. It’s the heavy weight in my chest, the achy feeling in my throat, the scar in my heart. 

I miss my baby brother.