My brother is gone.
I love you, bro. Miss you already.
I dedicate this bit of writing to you. And Grandma. Mom. My best friend for 30 years, as well.
All crossed over in the month where the veil is thinnest, my favorite month. It is also the cruelest, sometimes.
“October may be a rare month for boys (as Ray Bradbury has said), but it can also be cruel & sharp, like the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot. It cares not how it makes you feel, but it is nothing personal. Seasons change. Your participation is only incidental. But it is never forgotten.”
David Allen Bogart
April 24, 1982- October 11, 2018