Running has a way of giving me ample opportunity to pray, and think... and remember.
It was during one specific run last weekend that my brother came to mind. It was as my iPod played the song, "Philadelphia", by Bruce Springsteen. I know that choosing that song to be on one of my playlists was intentional so that I would remember him. It has a great melody, too.
You see, my brother died at the age of 32 of AIDS. I remember watching the movie of the same title with Tom Hanks playing the main character. It was eery watching it because at the very same time, Bobby was very ill. He had been sick for many years. I remember crying my eyes out because the circumstances, illness, pain, and sadness were so close to that of Bobby's experience. He was so young with so much more to do, but God had a plan for his life. Our days are numbered and July 1, 1995 was his day to go and be with the Lord.
What a wonderful day it was when my cousin Connie prayed with Bobby to have a saving relationship with Christ about a month before he died. Knowing that is what gives me peace about his death.
I miss his handsome face, his beautiful blue eyes, his resemblance to both my mom and dad. I miss the way he laughed and danced. Oh, I miss my big brother.
I thought I would have a post about the New Year... 2012, but when a memory comes to me that clearly and that strongly, I have to write about it. So as I reflect on 2011, and look forward to all that God has for me, my husband, and my family in 2012, I remember those that have gone before me.
I remember my brother who is dear to me.
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