Friday, January 6, 2012
The First Christmas
This Christmas was the first Christmas without my brother in law. I still miss him terribly, especially during my nephew's 2nd birthday party. He was my sister's best friend and the best brother a gal could ask for. He was kind, patient, funny, and selfless. I still remember the day my sister, Lexi, my brother-in-law and I went to the mall on my birthday so that Lexi could get her pic taken with Santa for the first time. All I have of him are birthday/Christmas presents, and my memories of him, and I am thankful that I have so many. I am thankful he lived long enough to see his son be born. I wish he could have held out to see him on his 1st birthday. I wish I had had the courage to step up and say something during his funeral, but the minute I saw him in the casket I was paralyzed. All I could think was "Do not break down, my sister needs me to be strong. It's my turn to take care of her". My sis is 8 years older than me and has always been my second Mom. I couldn't believe how composed she has sitting right in front of the love of her life.
It feels as though a shadow had fallen over my family after he was gone. This shadow will take time to disperse. The only thing I can do is be there for her and my nephew and make sure our family celebrates the existence of this piece of immortality that is his son.
Steve and Nicky: