My Brother, Joe

Well, it’s almost been four days since my brother died.

I have his cell phone and I found the last picture of him. He took a selfie. I think he was taking a picture of his gray hair.

I also have the last text messages we sent each other. I have saved them to at least three places so I won’t lose them.

That is the way we were the most friendly with each other. As siblings,  we knew what buttons to press when we were face to face. But with texts, we were able to have normal or as normal with Joe conversations.

I will treasure those texts and when I get really sad and miss him, I can at least go back and read some of his funny texts.

I’ve seen my dad tear up as couple of times too. One time was the last time he saw Joe and I didn’t want to, he said he told Joe I said “Goodbye. ”

The other time was Sunday. He said that he went to go see my mom and told her that Joe was coming to see her.

I swear that is the only thing holding me together right now, knowing that they are togethet again.

I MISS YOU, JOE! GIVE MOM A HUG A KISS FROM ME.