I just made my father cry. I didn’t mean to, but there was something that he needed to hear, whether he liked it or not. My delivery is not always the best, but my intentions are usually good.
Tomorrow would have been my brother’s 39th birthday. My parents will spend the day together, most likely doing something to help them forget the pain that comes with the loss of a child. I will spend the day alone, doing something to remember him (which will probably involve a trip to Wawa).
Last month, my dad made the decision (for no good reason) that he was “done with” his sister. I’ve heard my parents discuss this a couple times in recent weeks because it has put my mom an awkward position.
Tonight he was sitting in his chair and we were talking about tomorrow. He reminded me that it was Matt’s birthday. I told him that I knew and that Matt had been on my mind a lot lately. I went on to say this...I don’t know what you have going on with Aunt Barbara, but you are lucky to have a sister. I wish I had a brother. I’d give anything to have him back right now.
If you’re reading this and you have a sibling, consider yourself fortunate. Take the opportunity to let them know that.
Happy Birthday Matt
