Without My Flugga Mugga

God picked another pretty flower for his eternal bouquet. That flower was my brother, G. I know one day was going to be a day. I just thought maybe 10, 20 years later.

I'm sad. I was putting toiletries away and his body wash came up and I lost it. Twice I almost prepared his plate, like I always did. And that was just Day 1.
The thought of the "Rest of My Life" mocks me. It knows I don't know what lies before my family & I. All I know to do is to rest on these two facts.

1. Because of Cerebral Palsy, Doctors said he wouldn't live to be 5, 10, 15.

2. Because he is omniscient & all knowing, God proved he would live to see 49.

Fact 1 has had me watch my miracle of a brother surpass every surgery & ailment that this world threw at him. Fact 2 tells me, God had this all in control since his Day 1. All of this in his hand & we will understand it better by & by

My brother, G has left this world leaving my family & me a lot of lessons & memories. Even inside jokes like, Flugga Mugga. Hope that Flugga Mugga is eating peppermints & potatoes while getting up to "push play" because the tape ended.

As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms