Every year on October 8th the Heinisch children and I give my parents a birthday gift in memory of my brother Bunk. I loved the flowers and butterfly that we picked out this year and I know they were proud to give it to my Mom. It's a small token, but one that has become a tradition. Losing my brother was a huge loss in my childhood. Remembering his birthday gives me a chance to honor his memory rather than dwell on his loss. I hope it also brings a little sunshine on a day that I am sure is bittersweet to my parents. He was by far my favorite person as a child. Would have loved to see the adult he would have become.
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