If you were on Facebook today for more than .46 seconds, then you know what day it is today.
Happy Siblings Day to my two brothers.
Here is the only picture I have of the three of us.
That’s my little brother I’m holding, and at the time, we were in Seattle where he underwent a bone marrow transplant.
Unfortunately, he lost his battle with leukemia a little less than 6 months after this picture was taken.
In ten days I’m running the Boston Marathon in his honor for Swim Across America, an organization that raises money for cancer awareness, research, and treatment.
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Standing next to me is my other brother. He’s two years younger than me. His name is Eric.
I don’t see him often enough since I live in Connecticut and he lives in Georgia. Once a year if I’m lucky.
We aren’t big phone people, so we don’t talk that often.
Every once in a while, one of us will send the other one a random text.
We’ll both have a good laugh, and then it will be another couple months before we communicate again.
And although we don’t talk often and we see each other even less, we both know we will always be able to count on the other one. For anything. No matter what.
It’s an unspoken thing. And I’m not sure how it works.
But it does.
He’s my best friend.
When our little brother died, he was peaceful and at home, and hospice had been called in.
And the moment it happened, Eric and I were sitting on the floor of my bedroom.
As fucked up a moment as it was, I’m glad I wasn’t alone. I’m glad Eric was there.
And I’m glad that he is still is here.
Happy Siblings Day.
To both of my brothers.
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