Eloquence has left me today. I don’t feel like trying to make words sound beautiful.
Here it is: Eleven years ago today, my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. And it sucks.
But I still love him. My mom says, “Love is stronger than death.” She’s right.
If he were able to visit me, just for one day, here’s what I’d say to him:
“Will, these are my kids. Ephraim is so much like you – full of fun and mischief, bugs his older sister all the time, but is always ready to give her a hug. And this is Madeleine, who has your zest for life and love for zaniness and laughter.
Will, I want you to call me Kris all day long because no one calls me that anymore.
I’m gonna show you the Harry Potter movies and the Lord of the Rings movies and buy you an iPhone just for a day so you can have fun texting all your old friends.
We’re gonna go to the pool and splash around and do swim races like we did so many times growing up. You know, when you always won?
Will, I want you to do your Kramer impression and your donkey hee-haw and I’ll crack up so hard my sides hurt.
I want to watch you act one more time so we’ll put on a play and you’ll be the star and I’ll laugh and cry and hug you at the end.
We’re gonna go to Taco Bell and I’ll spent $50 on soft tacos – no lettuce – just for you! Then we’ll go to Starbucks and I’ll buy you a frappacino because you don’t like the hot stuff.
Will, you know I love you, right? Every, every day. And miss you so much. Thank you, Will. Thank you for teaching me to value everyone in my life. And to enjoy my life.”
And when the day ends, in those last moments, his angel will take his hand and walk him into the sky. And I’ll know that one day I’ll see him again.
“I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.” – Exodus 19:4