Eddie

Some days, I wish I didn't have a memory like mine. But then, I wouldn't have known the great times, either. He was always so ill. Just bones. Lanky. And quite nervous. But our conversations were priceless. And he gave great advice.

Eddie wanted so much to get out and move away from there. I promised him I'd visit. He did get out. But I can't visit him where he is just yet. Time knows I will.

I love him. He loves me, too. He's a sweet big brother.

Illness is a horrible creature.

He kept inviting me to his room. Something always kept me from going, but I wanted to. I like to imagine what it looks like. There are many colors inside. And no wall scrapes. And no one he doesn't want coming in. There's lots of music playing, too. His favorite trance rhythms.

I wish I was less intimidated that night. Because of him, I know to keep in touch by staying on the line and getting back on it. Smart man. Very clever. And thank you, Elva. I love you always for what you did. Eddie thanks you for it too.

Thank you, Grace. You are a good mom. Eddie loves you even when grumpy. He knew you deserved such a beautiful name. I miss you.

I forgive you, Eddie. I know you have forgiven me as well. I long for your hellos, so I hear them often.

I'm glad to still know you.

Isn't it wonderful now that when we communicate, we don't have to wait 15 phone rings? (smiles fully)

Sooner than later, big brother Eddie. (heart)