35 years

Last night I talked to my mom. This weekend marks 35 years since my brother passed away. She and my dad have lived 34 Labor Day weekends with that feeling. As much as time heals us. As much as things do get better. It is days, weekends, holidays like this that bring it all back. So today I am going to post a link to something I wrote about Mikey a few years ago. If you click on the label "Mikey" everything I have written about him will come up. I never got the chance to meet him. So this is my way of honoring him, remembering him and helping my mom, dad and sister to know he will never be forgotten.

http://emmandconnorpoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-at-our-house.html?m=0