It's been 3 years and 1 month And we're doing okay. Sometimes, though, brother, I forget that we've lost you We talk about you, and laugh about you, and tell stories. But, you're barely there. I don't want you to fade away I want to hold onto you. I try, but it's hard. I forget your deep tenor voice, your kwerky smile, your engineer-minded projects. Your passion for all things Subaru was contagious And your passion for life was just as much so. It's as if you were a brightly lit flame for only such a time Now, all I see is what one sees when they close their eyes after turning off bright lights. Dots and sparkles in my vision of where you once were. I know this is the way it will be until I see you again, but barely there is better than not at all.
1. Superman posing on La Luz Trail, Sandia Mountains, circa 2010 2. I think we were both feeling unwell...we look rather deranged, actually. 3. The Five Wandering Webbs, circa Christmas 2012 4. Always plugged into electronics 5. Photobomber! (New Mexico State University, circa 2010) ----------------- It's been 3 years , dear brother, since we had to say goodbye. You were 23 when you left, which always strikes me as too young. Yet, looking through these pictures, I laugh at us, how much we lived! And I realize, those years, so few in number, were so still rich and so full. You didn't know the future, but you loved as best you could. You faced each day courageously, with humor and joy. You were a great brother, a loving son, a handsome husband, a fun cousin, a goofy nephew, a caring grandson, a giving friend. I'm so grateful for you, Kolby. And I am so honored to have been your sister! Thanks, bro, for sharing 2...
I admit it, extinguishing candles should be an Olympic sport. I mean, the amount of concentration required is phenomenal but, believe me, the rewards are exceptional. Remember on your 7th birthday when you couldn't wait to open presents? I was always anxious, too. I had to hope that that odd looking bag bequeathed my anticipated Barbie Mermaid and that mysterious tissue swathed box held the desired doll house. How did you end up getting the right presents on that special day? Are you ready for a mind-blowing concept? The ritualistic candle blowing event. I know, I know...right? Who'd have known that all birthday wishes would come to fruition simply by breathing on lighted sticks? My ideal presents appeared when I wished on inanimate, flaming wax. Yes. Alright, so that's really not the reason. But I used to think so. And I'm guessing you might have, too. We looked to colorful, melting things to make our dreams come true. ...
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