My Brother’s Birthday. { 0 }
It’s difficult for me to forget my brother Eric’s birthday. For some strange reason, it always seems to fall on the day before Remembrance Day. For the longest time, that’s why I thought it was called Rememberance Day, but then when I got educated on the who what when and why of Remembrance Day, I felt dumb and insensitive.
Strangers didn’t wear poppies to remind me that my brother was getting older? Talk about a wake-up call.
Eric, I love you. And if Klaus Meine were to ask “Are you with me tonight…are you with me tonight?” the answer would be yes Eric, I’m with you tonight.
Happy birthday, mon frere.
The moral of this post? My other idea was to have a bunch of birthing videos. You’re welcome.
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