December 18, 1968 was one of the happiest days of my life....I had a little brother! I was seven when Jim was born. I felt more like his mother than a sister because of our age difference. And since my mom had three kids already, she was more than happy to share the mothering responsibilities.
September 28, 1996, without a doubt, was the saddest day of my life. I found out my 27 year old brother had passed away in his sleep. Here it is over 15 years ago and I still get teary-eyed just thinking about him. I miss him so much and wish I could have just five minutes with him again to tell him how much I love him and how much he meant to me. I would also apologize to him for not taking his illness(es) for real. It was only after he died did I start learning about Gulf War Illness. But I know he has forgiven me, because that is the kind of guy Jim was.
Happy Birthday little bro...I miss you!
Your Sis,
Kelly
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