It has been three long years since my nearly perfect brother-in-law, Duane passed away. I wish things got easier, or you missed him less, but its not that way -- it is still hard for all of us. So, this year I am going to share one of my earliest, sweet memories of Duane. Becky and Duane met and started to date when I was only 8 year old, they were so inseparable that they would stay up late, talking through the night. Duane’s parents didn't want him driving home so late at night so sometimes he just crashed on the sofa.
One Saturday morning I came out of my room to watch cartoons as I normally did, however, I saw someone on the sofa and raced back to my parent’s room scared! I told my Mom there was a man on the sofa and she just very casually told me, “Megan, don’t worry, it’s just Duane.” I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and thought “Oh, ok.” And went back out to the living room, turned the TV, sat crossed-leg on the floor and started to watch cartoons. I must’ve woke Duane up, because he turned over saw that I was watching cartoons, got up, went into the kitchen poured himself and me a bowel of cereal, came back to where I was in front of the TV, gave me mine, sat down next to me on the floor and we watch cartoons together.
I dearly love and miss my brother-in-law. He really was so much more like a big brother to me and I will always cherish those little moments we shared. He really did make my world more secure, happier and complete.
No comments:
Post a Comment