As long as I’m sifting through memories and talking about family, I think it’s time that I wrote about my brother. He’s eight years older than I am, and we never really had much in common, but we did share hearth and home for 14 years. He suffered a concussion when I was about 8. …
I am rarely self-indulgent and usually put others before myself and just get on with things. I admit that my Aunt’s death has hit me hard. When a person reaches their mid-50’s as I have, there’s only so much “memory” you can hold onto at one time. Memories are there, but they get buried or …
Although we spend week days apart You remain foremost in my heart Hearing your voice makes me happy And I don’t care if that’s sappy Some hate February 14 They might be lonely, sad or mean If they knew true love like we do They would not feel annoyed or blue Perhaps they’ve lost a …
