As I sit here watching the lightning and listening to the thunder, I find myself smiling through the tears. I can't help but think you've found your brother.
She was angry. She never quite forgave him for dying. She would tell me that when she saw him again, she was going to beat him up. And tonight, as I listen to the thunder, I imagine the reunion, her giving him a piece of her mind, and making good on that promise. I imagine him laughing, wrapping those big arms around his little sister, and being so happy to have her back.
I don't know what waits beyond this life. But I know that love doesn't end simply because a heartbeat does.
We spend so much time looking at the bodies that carry us through this world, forgetting that the greatest parts of us cannot be held in a photograph or contained in flesh.
Tonight, I choose to imagine my children together again.
Oh, how I wish I could see them. Hold them. Just be with them.
