its not the same without you. even now, your death is still surreal.
in the last year and few months of your life, you were pretty much right next to me most of the time.
i used to ask you how you could carry both pairs of glasses and not lose them. you always had one hanging from the front of your shirt and another resting with your eyes or ontop of your head, in this picture, your hand :)
and oftentimes on eitan,
i miss seeing the way you'd squint at me which would then get me nagging at you, "serious case, jc, put your glasses on!!!" you'd smile, roll your eyes, put them on and we'd continue our conversation.
it is not the same. talking to you only in my head or through my feelings. sometimes, i tire of the game with trying to imagine what you'd say back. (doesnt stop me from doing it, though)
well, bro, life is good, it has the same same of this and newness of that. one L up and one L down, as you'd say. its beautiful outside today and you'd be probably working on someone's yard or sitting out front smoking your cigars. who knows? your children would have been here and we'd see the usual scenes of our children playing together.
here's a little something of mally and jahren, they remind me of the old days when clare, lis and i would drive you crazy with our younger selves versus the older and only brother :)
...
then
lis and jc
and now.
<silly, werent we? and silly, arent they?
hey sisters,
lets continue to drive each other crazy. okay? it is our job as a sister (and as a brother for some) to do so.
*grin*
big tight hugs for everybody in my life
love
