The kids were good to me today and I feel the need to thank you for that. I took em to the mall to shop, play, walk around, and have lunch and they were great. I loved that I could feel them trying to make my birthday special, even at such a young age. They are my precious precious gifts.
When you died, I felt like my arm got cut off, the arm with my writing hand. I've learned how to function without it and even how to write with the other arm, but it never quite looks the same. And every now and again, I ache for my limb, and feel the pain of losing it so fresh that it sears pain into my shoulder. That's how I feel without you here. I don't know which is worse: knowing without a doubt when you were here that I'd never function without you, or finding out that I can and I have to. Okay, I know which is worse.
I didn't have a horrible day. I survived it and I'm thankful for the countless texts, emails, calls, and Facebook messages filled with love. It means so much to me. I know you were with me today, I felt your presence. Thanks baby, I needed that.
I miss you more than I can convey in words. Even though I'm saying goodbye to the age I was when you died, I'm sad to face a year where you won't live at all.
I love you always and forever.
-from "Blessing for Mothers" - the last gift I received from my brother before he died
DAY 2: Best Friend, Mother
"A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings of the best friend that God ever gave us."
-CHRISTIAN NESTELL BOVEE