I was thinking about you today. It's hard not to when social media tells me that it's your birthday. You would have been 50 years old today. You would have, of course, have tried to convince me that you were still in your 40's, and I would, of course, have reminded you that you are 10 years older than me. So I know exactly what age you are. Our decade milestones always synched - turning 40 this year didn't feel right without our yearly phone call to discuss how surreal aging is. I imagine our phone call today would have entailed discussing various medial and political topics. As hard as COVID has been the past year and a half, I somehow think you would have found it incredibly fascinating. I'd talk to you about the kids, their various milestones, how much they've grown recently. You would talk about your friends, and mom. We'd tell each other how much we missing one another, and talk about the next planned visit.
I can't believe how long it's been since I've heard you laugh. What I can believe is how much I still miss you and how I wish you were here. You should still be here. I will never stop believing that. I love you big brother.
