Yesterday was the anniversary of my brother's death. It's been 13 years since he died of leukemia. The day itself was uneventful, full of typical mom stuff: potty-training, nursing, running to the store for a few things. On the way back from the store I heard a song that always reminded me of George, even before he got sick, just the tail-end of the song. There I am driving around on a most beautiful day--blue skies, cummulus clouds, hyacinth in bloom, daffodils popping open--and I start to cry--not sobbing, more like leaking.
I take the long way home to hear the last notes of that song and as I'm rounding the corner to our street a Christian crossover song (I guess that's what it was) starts to play as the other's notes fade away. I'm listening to the lyrics as I pull in the driveway and now I am sobbing. I'm remembering that my brother towards the end became Born Again and how much he would have liked this song. Somehow I felt that he was playing this song for me...to let me know he's O.K.... what else could it have been? I've never heard a Christian song on the radio before--it really shook me up. I miss him.