Last Wednesday (7/30) was an exceptionally difficult day. My morning was consumed with tears and it was the heaviest heart I have felt yet. Needless to say, and unbeknownst to me at the time, it was the same for Mom and Steph, too. It wasn't until later in the day that Mom told me that the Funeral Home called her and you were ready to be picked up and brought home. So, we did.
I met Mom and Dad there on Thursday morning, and we finally brought you home. My urn is beautiful and I look at you all the time. It doesn't fill the hole in my heart, but it is you. Mom took you with us on our Staycation. You were there, I felt you, I saw your signs. I thank you. I left you at my house to guard the house while we were gone.
It was a bittersweet homecoming. I couldn't wait to see you, but I wasn't looking forward to coming home and being sad again. Your pictures are everywhere and I just want you back here with us. I know I can't change that, so at least you're here with me in some form. Welcome home, Brother.
Love you forever, Brother. Always and forever. Until we meet again...
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