Back in 2006, my 30-year-old brother died of a drug overdose. His birthday is approaching, and I find myself grieving once again. My grief has improved over the past 15 years but it’s still there. It’ll always be there.
Last year around this time, I wrote my brother a poem and would like to share it:
I hear you in the thunderstorms
And in the windchimes
I feel you when I read computer jargon
Or when I’m in a carwash
Or play Monopoly
I see you in the birds
And in the butterflies
I wonder how you’d like it here now
With fitbits and facebook
and amazon and uber
Are you feeding Snuggles
Or petting Mittens
Or tapping your foot at Maggie?
I’ve learned that we all have addictions
And I should’ve tried to understand you
Instead of judge you
We aren’t our addictions
We are human beings
Beautifully, fearfully, wonderfully made