Four years ago today, God called upon my brother to join him in Heaven. He may not have been ready, and not by any means were we, his family, ready, but when God picks up that phone and says it's time, it's time.
As time's passed and life's moved on, coping with the loss has become easier. Granted, I'd be lying if I said I don't still shed tears on this day; but as sad as my mind may be or as heavy as my heart may feel, I'm at peace knowing my brother is in a better place. A place where pain can longer touch him. A place where he's assumed the role of an angel who now watches over me, my family, and anyone else who will accept him. In a way the path he was given hasn't changed his role in our lives, it's just taken a different shape. That funny, humble, altruistic person we all loved and quietly wanted to be more like lives on in our memory. And those memories of Kevin are what keep the person he was, and the spirit he now is, alive.
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