John was here

At 4:41 am on November 4, 2009 I awoke. I had to pee and get more water. I decided I needed a few bites of my addiction, Dreyers Fully Loaded Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream. In the kitchen, in the dark, and all by myself I tore off two squares of paper towels, grabbed a spoon, then opened the freezer to get out my half gallon craving that only I eat out of (therefore, I need no bowl). I hear a strange noise, turn to put my ice cream on the kitchen counter, and an entire roll of hanging paper towels are unraveling on to my kitchen floor. I stand in disbelief, but suddenly feel this presence there...my brother with his his arms wrapped tight around his stomach, bent over laughing. I, of course, am not laughing and proceed to rewind the paper towels in the dark.

My brother passed away in 1991 just before his 23rd birthday. He has visited me several times since then, and usually at holiday time. This doesn't freak me out at all; in fact I look forward to it. This morning though, half asleep I was caught off guard. Unable to go back to sleep I felt I should document this.

Putting the pieces together...today, November 4th is our Dad's birthday and my brother would be 41 years old. He passed away while driving to visit our Dad.

So this is for you, my brother. Thanks for letting me know you're still hanging around. I love and miss you greatly.