Dear Brian and family,
In this time, there is little to be said, only felt. Our memories must sustain us and in the small, quiet hours of our lives they creep into view and force a smile through the tears. As he sat alone on his porch not long after the death of his brother, my son heard a favorite shared song come on the stereo. On that still, quiet night, only one tree shimmered to the music wafting softly into the forest. In his loneliness, knowing what brothers share, he laughed and knew he was not alone.
Not because of who he was, but because of who we were with him, we shared the rhythm of life. Listening, laughing, in good times and sad, together, a quilt of memories was created. Its covering remains stitched tightly with the love, strength and compassion each piece represents. Wrapping us in the warmth of family, it is our haven as we weather the chill.
As time passes, and distant memories come to light, you will find a chuckle hiding within your spirit at a time when you are most in need. Having lost a father, a sister and a son early in their lives, I understand. But the virtues we gain from these special people while they are with us, continue to grow within our spirits. The seeds of their love blossom forth in unexpected ways, and so we are again blessed.
Our Warmest regards,