You were always hungry to hold freedom before your time.
I grew fat on hopes, content to linger on the vine.
On earth you never found the purpose you longed to hold.
I hope that now in heaven, peace is yours to know.
October 10, 1956 to December 25, 2002
So many times over the years I have wondered why my brother, and I chose such different paths. Both of the same vine, we shared so many things as children, but how we accepted and dealt with the troubles of our adulthood was so diverse. We were like different fruits of seperate gardens. I often thought that maybe there was something more that I could have done to help him. Now through life's hopes, struggles, and recoveries in my own life, I have come to realize that our lives are part of a bigger plan that our hands could never completely hold.
His struggles taught me to be strong. His searching helped me choose hope.
His shortened life was my teacher more than he ever knew.