Life's too short to just barely exist.
My big brother Pete passed away three years ago Wednesday.
This is the picture of him I have at my desk, which means I end up staring at it. A lot.
Sometimes it makes me smile, sometimes cry
(usually both) but it always makes me feel like he is at peace, yet still full of life, even though he is no longer physically with us.
Pete was an amazing person,
truly unique, full of love, life and laughter.
He was a best friend to many, including myself. He had the enthusiasm, generosity, and caring to turn any negative situation into a positive one, and the ability to make anyone smile at the drop of a hat.
He was a talented drummer and musician overall.
He was a fast talker with a slight stutter.
He loved to sing, dance, hug and kiss.
He was a perfectionist in some ways, and completely lax in others.
He was hilarious.
He was sincere.
He was my rock.
I cannot believe he has been gone for three years... in the back of my mind I am half expecting him to show up somewhere, and join me again in this life, like he was gone on an extended vacation.
My life would be so different if he were still here, and I miss him more than I ever thought possible.
I am sad that I will never have a new photo to share of my brother Pete, but the memories I have of the times we shared together are worth more than anything to me.
Rest in Peace, Pete! You are alive and strong in my heart and mind until I see you again!
