Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Hole That Can't Be Filled

The Jimmer who held my hand.

I miss my little brother so very much. I was in 5th grade when he was born so a perfect age to have my own baby and for my parents to have the devoted and free babysitter. Jim and I bonded the day he came home from the hospital; I still remember what he was wearing and the feeling I had the first time I held him.

When I left for college, we still held hands in the grocery store or the mall. I remember coming home at some point in college and taking Jim's hand as normal, and he shook it away! I knew then that my baby brother was growing up. As adults, we had a special bond if you will, because we were both single. He called us the Singletons and the rest the Marrieds. Ever since I moved back to Columbia, he was a key part of my life and smiles. Jim understood me. He supported my pain and fears without being asked, his sixth sense was very well developed. The hole he leaves is huge.

Christmas morning while I was in college. Note I had to keep my distance. By this time my baby brother had no use for sitting on my lap or holding hands. He was becoming a young man!


  1. Thank you for sharing about your brother. Siblings have such a special bond. I miss my brother so much. Like you and your brother, we grew up together. That is closer than any other family bond we have.

  2. This is a wonderful tribute to your brother. It is very difficult when one loses a sibling and especially one that one is close to. Take care.