It's been half a year since you died. It was in the spring time and it seemed so out of character for Spring to be a season of sadness. Most of the people that I have mourned die in the fall or winter. You died on a rainy night in April; it was almost a monsoon. You took your motorcycle. I wish you could have taken the Volvo. Whenever I ask myself why you had to die I have to remind myself that it was a dark and stormy night and the road was slick. The other driver didn't see you. When you were little your family had a bird that got caught by the family cat. Your sister cried, "Why, why did the bird have to die." You answered, "Because the cat had sharp teeth and claws". There was no cosmic conspiracy. It was just life.
A lot has been happening since you passed. Did you know that they finally have that new skateboard park at Delridge. I remember you riding up and down the street on your skateboard. You would have liked the park. I would love to see you flying up and down those curves. You have a new brother-in-law and a new niece. One of your sisters got married one day in August; the other had a baby the next. It's amazing how much sorrow and joy were packed into such a brief time for your family. Your son is growing into an amazing three year-old. You, your son's mom, and your parents have done a fantastic job!
I miss you so much. Every time I see someone dressed like you I see you. When you died I begged God to give you back. I knew that wasn't possible in the grand scheme of things but I asked the way a child would ask a parent to fix something that is hopelessly broken. I watched you grow up alongside my children. I took care of you while your parents worked. You were almost a brother to my kids and you were almost a son to me. I'm glad that you were a part of my life.
Love,
C
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