So my brother's memorial happened, despite mother nature's best effort. The nasty rain here delayed my flight, The unusual snow fall, plus cold wet spring prevent the bush for my brother from being dug until two days before the memorial. Which meant we didn't have the sign ready since we weren't sure what we would be able to get. Rather fitting I think for my brother and our family. We never quite fit the mold that society expected of us, my brother more than the rest of us.

Many people who said they would come, didn't. Some I had no idea knew about his passing did. Odd to see my cousin looking so much like my dad, and hear from them how much we all look like dad. No explosions, I held my temper. Some sharing of memories.

Today the township sent the family a picture of the plaque in front of my brother's bush. So it's final, and finally done. But it doesn't feel that way. The tears don't fall so often, but I still miss him.