Monday, January 19, 2009

Rough weekend....

Saturday was a bittersweet day for our I guess it will always be. It was my Dad's birthday, but also the 9th anniversary of my brother's death. Time is a strange thing. It does not heal all wounds. The death of a loved one creates a void, an emptiness that can not be replaced. It's like a missing puzzle piece. There is not a day that goes by that we don't think of Robby. It's kids never met him, I was 20 weeks pregnant with Emma when he died, but they each have a little "Robby-ness" to them. Amy is the most like him. She's never quiet, and she has a bit of a mean streak. She's even left handed like he would have been if he hadn't of had a stroke as a baby.

Each year feels a little different. I'm thankful that I'm another year closer to seeing him again, but sad that it's been so long since I've seen him. He was an awesome brother, always willing to take care of his little sister. I'm thankful for all of the fun memories I have with him and I love how sometimes something will pop in my mind at just the time I need it most. I always enjoy hearing other peoples stories about Robby. Sometimes it's things I've never heard before, others it's things I may have forgotten. I'll never tire of talking or hearing about Robby. If you have any memories to share, please do!

I hope this post isn't too jumbled. My head has all sorts of thoughts swimming around. I just felt like writing some of them down.

1 comment:

Sarah L Payne said...

I know what you mean. Everyone tried to tell us that in time things would get better.(when my granny passed away) Jan 13 was three years and no it's not any better. You are right, there is a hole there...I do have hope and a certain kind of joy to know that I will see her again someday. Oh what a day that will be!!!!