Monday, February 3, 2014
As a little girl I used to beg my mom for a big brother. She tried and tried to explain to me that she simply couldn't give birth to a brother who would be older than me. Of course, she was right. But, while my mom couldn't give me a big brother, God could. He brought a wonderful man into our lives, who brought with him not only a big brother, but a little brother, too.
My best friend is grieving a great loss in her life, right now, and her sweet little girl has lost her brother. As I grieve this loss with my dear friend, I can't help but also grieve the loss of my own brother. The big brother I wanted so badly, so many years ago.