Your brother's family came by today. Seeing them is a bittersweet reminder of the life we all once had. I found myself wanting to hold on to him for much longer than appropriate, in dire need of feeling something as close to you as possible. I stared at his chin, his eyes, his nose - all too similar to yours - and wished I could snap my fingers and you be there. His jokes were ones you would laugh at, and add on to for hours. I needed you there. I still need you here.
I don't know why I think you read these. It's a tiny blog in a big universe, that hardly has a handful of followers, and I seriously doubt Heaven has wireless internet. But if you have some spare time up there, try to find a laptop and check them out. I feel like we spoke all of the time when you first left, and now I can hardly get a "I hear ya, buddy" out of you. The voice I heard out of your blood was too much like yours, and I long heavily to hear it again. Where did you go?
It's Christmas time. Your favorite. Won't you drop by and say hello?
-Your daughter
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In a life where we are constantly bombarded with diet plans and energy drinks, uppers and downers, meaningless work and even more meaningless promises, we are bound to find one inconsequential way or another to “waste time.” But like Thoreau said, “we cannot kill time without injuring eternity.” There is a euphoria that shines in every one of us when we feel productive, honest, and loved. This is written to attest the magnitude of love and the beauty that comes from simple observation.
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