Last night I was standing in my house; walking up my stairs to check on my children and stopped and realized something. This was the last place my big brother was for a family gathering. In April, for Easter.
He is with papaw now and I know he’s taking care of him. Probably fishing together.
I never really had adult figures in my life. My mom started having kids at 16. Had my twin and I at 30. So my big brother was 41 when he died. So he was a teenager when I was born.
Papaw was one. My big brothers are the other. 1 big brother left.. all though I found one. I didn’t grow up with him. I found my dad’s children. I love them. It’s a bit different though.