Three years later...

It has been more than three years since the passing of my older brother. I have time to grieve and pray over many thoughts in my mind. Slowly I have began to go through some of his belongings that I have in storage at my house. Last month I shredded all the old files: correspondence with nursing homes, hospital, rehab notes, medical school loans, Social Security Administration, Medicaid and more. I am surprised by how many people and places I have communicated over the years after his stroke. Last week Kendra said would it be best that Emil passed away instead of continued to suffer? I agreed but also told her I miss visiting Emil, talking to him, hearing his voice, and giving him a gentle touch. Now they are all memories. It also teaches me to cherish the limited time we have on this earth. Don't dwell on the little things. Don't be negative on silly stuff.