Hello little brother. It’s me again. It’s a couple of days from what would have been your 60th birthday. It’s also getting closer to the one year since you left us. Life is hard and difficult, and I hurt everyday. Alice comforts me when I am having bad days. I don’t know what I would do without her.Mom is getting worse and the prognosis isn’t good. She had both her legs amputated a month or so back. As terrible as things have been this year (2024), losing mom would devastate me even more.

You would tell me all the time to get right with God. I know you were, and if there’s a Heaven, I know you are there. I still cannot bring myself to believe is something that holds me accountable and demands me to follow their will, yet won’t do anything to stop people’s suffering all over the globe. I know some of these feelings about God comes from my anger about losing my sister, my brother, my son, and the many friends through the years. Our friend Dennis passed in October.

I thought I would be better about dealing with your passing, but with the “day” coming up soon, I am miserable.

Missing you brother. If God will have me… until we meet again.