A Month

A month has gone by.  A month of weird.   A month of returning to normal.  A month of sweet memories, hard memories, tears, and laughter.  Kris, I miss you.

Kris

Decisions

They are not earth shattering.

They are just too hard.  Too hard.

What's for dinner? 

Can I try out for a play?

Can I turn out for wrestling?

How much do I pay on this bill?

Should I stay home, or should I get dressed and go out?

How can I help?

I don't know.  I just don't know.

Don't ask me, because I can't make any decisions this week.

The Treasure

I watched you as you lifted the empty box,
translucent, and much too light.
You wrapped it up and handed it over to strangers. 
You held it tenderly, but with strength and dignity.
I am certain, though, that you wetted it with your tears
as you watched your treasure being poured out.

Dear Sister,

I am going to miss you SO much, but you will be in better care.
So fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE.

In The Grey

In the dim, grey dawn there is a sense that I am not quite awake, but certainly not quite dead.  In the grey she stands there.  "Mama? Mama? Will you help me?"  She whispers as if not to break the spell.  I nod and dream about her as she stands beside me, waiting.  "Mama?!"  she whispers again.  I peel my eyes open and peer at her through the grey.  "Oh Lord! When did she get so beautiful?"  In the grey my hands twist through her hair, forcing obedience from the honey colored mass.  "Thank you, Mama."  she whispers as she walks away. In the grey, the spell is broken, and I spring to life again.

Best. Big. Brother. EVER.