So, I pretty much swore to myself I wasn't going to use this as a personal blog. But tonight I think I have a post that makes an exception to the norm.
On my way home from seeing my old room mate from UNC, I decided to take a bit of a detour and search for my old house. This is the house that my brother was last alive in. This is the house that my brother had his last conscious moments in before slipping across the vail, out of our reach, forever, in a cold, numbed emergency room in the small and virtuous city of Loveland, Colorado. This is the last place I remember ever seeing my brother alive.
It's been 18 years since Sean passed away. I didn't write him his usual Christmas letter this year. I guess I've moved forth and preserved his memory in other ways. But I felt tonight that I needed to see where all the memories took place, the simple, small cul de sac and house that I lived the first 4 years of my life in.
It's incredible how the memories and feelings come rushing back to you just by being near something like that.
I just wanted to get this out there. Maybe somewhere, somehow, Sean can look down on this and know I'm doing everything in his memory.
I love you Sean.
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