You dragged me into your life and home..
You joked with me.. never holding back..
You taught me to laugh..
You took my fears..
You made me do things I didn't want to do..
You pushed and you pulled..
But there are no regrets
You brought the best out in all you pursued
The sun was a little brighter when you were around..
Rainy days didn't matter to you..
You and your mom would find something to do..
Puzzles and games as you sat side by side..
Truly in love with your family..
This could not be denied..
You once joked that I had a stick instead of a family tree..
I laughed so hard I fell to my knees...
Now I look out at your funeral ..
Every family member came to say good bye..
I looked out at the room and saw your family tree..
A forest of friends and family..
This my love Is your legacy...
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
"Death Can Be Beautiful" was written by my mother, several years before she died. I am glad it helped, and again, wonderful tribute to your brother. Katie