Sunday, August 12, 2007
my brother finally flies
Last night when those geese flew overhead, I sat back on my heels and wept. I was wishing that my brother and my mother could witness this beauty and I regret that there was a certain lack of closure with each of them before they died. I found myself missing them each. But, the missing feeling was good too.
My brother was named Christopher Robin and I was told by my mother that he thought if he ate birdseed, he would fly. He wanted to, so badly!
It wasn't until this morning that I really remembered that yesterday would have been his 45th birthday. My body, and I guess my subconscious, remembered last night in the garden though.
Sunflowers were his favorites. I was sitting under the umbrella of a huge one last night too.
Happy birthday, Chris.