I'm worried that I'm forgetting my brother. Whenever I try to find a memory of him, my mind goes mute, like I'm back in 7th grade, staring at a quiz question I know I know but can't for the life of me answer. So I'm sending out an open call for any and all Kyle stories. Things he did, things you heard, even stories about him I might have told you in the past. Pictures, too. I want it all.
You can share them here with everyone, or you can send them to me directly.
Nothing's too big or too small. Really.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Call For Memories
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Though you probably don't remember, you were so excited about your baby brother. You came with me to my ultrasound visits and heard his heartbeat. You were adoring of him from the first. You didn't exhibit any of the expected jealousy (of course, we had read "Welcoming Your Second Child" and used all kinds of tactics. For example "Kyle's" gift to you, when we arrived home, was a baby doll, so you'd have a baby too.) and were very gentle and loving and helpful. That sweet loving sister in the picture? That was exactly how it was.
I remember when you guys were probably 15 and 18 and you visited and the two of you, Devon & Siena and me went to the amusement park. Ky didn't really want to go on the ride, he was pretty hesitant, but he hung with me and was very sweet. On the way home you all had a chinese fire drill at a stop signal and then played "the penis game" on the way home on 91. I remember that my jaws actually got sore from laughing so much. And then when your dad arrived to take you both to New York, I told him what a great time we had, including the penis game and he blushed . . . well, sort of!
it was always tons of fun to have all of you together. Another time when you both visited with your mom we watched a lot of really great movies and that was lots of fun too.
Mir, I will write some things for you but it is hard so it may take some time. I can't type or spell so writing is very time consuming for me.
I start to think of Kyle and then I feel so sad that I will never see him again - I next move beyond my selfish thoughts and think of my sister and get even sadder because I don't think I could live if I lost Rhea (but I know I would). My sister has always been the happy one - I have been the sad member of the family . Having my big sister sad is not something I know how to deal with.
When my mind turns to you I want to pull my knees up to my stomach in a fetal position to somehow ease the pain but it does not work. I think about what it would be like to loose one of my own brothers and I can't even breath.
So I get busy doing something to take my mind away and before I am ready this cycle starts again.....
I remember one summer, more than 10 years ago, when you came up with your mom and Kyle to NH. Ky couldn't wait to go fishing. Finaly when he caught something my dad made sure he was all set to take the fish off of the hook. He said yes, and without skipping a beat pulled out a pair of latex gloves. It was hysterical to me, but practical to him. City mouse and country mouse, that was us.
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