It's hard to believe I haven't seen or talked to my brother in four years. Today is the anniversary of the last time I saw him. He died four days later, much to everyone's shock. Both anniversaries are almost unbearable.
There are times I think of him and feel nothing but grief. There are other times I think of him and roll my eyes at what a character he was. There are ways about him I strive to emulate ~ he was an example to me despite being years younger.
So here's to Diggy. I cry for myself and others who have tried to go on living when such a big chunk has been torn from our lives. I smile thinking of the times we had. I remember.