I was reminded today that my brother was my biggest fan.
He once told me that I could go sell my body on a street corner if that was what I wanted to do. He might come beat the holy crap out of me but he would still be my biggest fan.
I never forgot that.
I will always know that my brother was ALWAYS there for me.
I know that he still is--in my heart and in my brain. Every morning as I still reach for the phone to call him, every night as I drive home past the stunning view of the Pacific Ocean meeting the shore at Pismo Beach.
He is always with me.
And yet, today, I miss him more than ever.
I miss his humor. I miss his wisdom. I miss his voice.
Oh, god, I miss his voice.