a brothers love; a cherished memory
Sharing secrets, adventures, water-bombs, laughs, cross-words, canasta and giggles.
I remember so many special times. Wade. He just happened to also be my twin… so we were even closer than many.
Sleeping outside under the stars in the “pup tent” when it was hot, to chasing and racing each other on our bikes.
On holidays away in January we would disappear from mum and dad for hours. Hours and hours of fun doing crazy stuff, making other friends and just hanging out.
Talking for hours about life, parents, girlfriends, boyfriends, friends and work.
He was my protector, my rock.
He was smart, funny, good looking and one hundred percent completely arrogant some days.
He had the capacity to frustrate the living hell out of me, like no other could.
And yet – how could you be cross when he would flash his smile and off we would go laughing again…
He was always there. In mind, body or spirit.
And then he was gone. In an instant.
With no goodbye. Just memories. 35 years of them.
Oh the memories are good but they will never replace or compensate. Ever. But at least they are there.
Cherishing the memories.
This blog has been edited. It was written in 2009 and some of the content needed to be deleted for emotional reasons!