It's been six months since my brother died, and since my granddaughter was born.
I still have trouble believing he has gone. I sometimes expect him to come up driving on his hot rod, and we would share a beer and talk about nothing. There are too many reminders of just how much his life intertwined with mine for me to so easily put away his memories.
Our little granddaughter on the other hand is such a joy to behold. She is so expressive. She appears to study everything with such intensity, and you can tell there is so much going on inside that little head, trying to make sense of a world that is so new to her. I just hope we have a world worth passing on to her.
