One year ago tomorrow, my younger brother passed away after fighting a glioblastoma for 5 months.  One year. How can it already be one year?

I had plans last fall. I had plans to have him come up when he was felling better to see The Crimson Tide play at home. He had come in 2015 and I was looking forward to a game last Fall.

I had plans for what we would do over Christmas. I had plans on making the most of the time we had left together.  We took advantage of some of those plans, but we ran out of time.

I miss Charles. My entire family does. There is not a week that goes by that something does not remind me of him. A post from a mutual friend on Facebook. A quote from a movie or the lyric of a song. I see a green frog and I begin thinking of “Kermitgrn.”

I am not as sad or angry as I once was. Time has a way of changing the emotion attached to memory. I smile when I think of Charles or something he would have liked.  I am proudly wearing one of his Alabama shirts as I write this.

Maybe you understand. Maybe you are missing a family member. Maybe your pain is more recent and the tears and anger are still a reality. I am praying for you. I am praying that you find some level of joy in the sweet memories of your son, daughter, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, or parent.

-Scott