I am pretending this is any other day, sometimes successfully. But my heart hurts.
I was with my sister-in-law the other day and she said to me, "He was special."
My brother was one of a kind.
There is not a minute of the day when I don't miss him.
Most days, I hide my own grief inside the pain I feel for my niece and nephew and my sister-in-law for not getting to be by his side as long as I did.
But, today, I hurt just for me.
My brother was the one that made everything okay for me when it felt the world was ending.
He had that special ability to make everyone feel like he/she was the most special person in the world. He shined the light on all that was good - and knew how to put you in your place when necessary, too.
He was the best big brother -- always had your back and, at the same time, urged you forward into new and exciting adventures. I always knew he was on my side even when I was half way around the world from him.
As I have had to step into the role of oldest, I have come to appreciate the strains and pressures he was hiding under the trademark smile and twinkle in the eye.
You would never have thought that life was anything but easy for him -- and almost never was.
I hope you are getting the rest you needed, Greg, but we miss you so very much.