Just digging through some pics. These make me want to cry.

[Shell Beau]

A happy cry of course. Meeting my Bella for the very first time.


Sad crys:




RIP Hutch! (my Hutch baby who got run over in April)


RIP Bo!!!! (me and my brother who died in 1996)


Life is so strange.

[redqueen]

1. Aw...

that smile on your face is just adorable.

Lovely pics. :hug:

And thanks for the Missing Persons earworm. :crazy:

[Shell Beau]

2. I am feeling nostalgic for some reason!

x(

[mentalsolstice]

3. Your brother would have been a proud uncle, I'm sure! nt

[Shell Beau]

4. I know! I wish he could be here for it.

He was only 24.

[mentalsolstice]

7. It always hurts to lose someone too soon.

I lost my best friend, suddenly, a year before I married. I always wonder what he would've thought about my life through the years, in addition to wondering about what he would've been like now (he was the same age as my mom, but there were huge, vast differences between them). He always gave better advice than my mom did. And I always felt like I could more capably care for him in old age than I could for my own parents.

He was from Brooklyn, however he lived here in Birmingham, AL for 30+ years before he died, and was a true Southern (liberal Dem) gentleman. Many people showed up to his funeral, people who were friends with him in th 60s and 70s. They knew he had a sister, and because I sat with his elderly father at the funeral, they assumed I was her (his real sister, the bitch, didn't bother to attend, even if to comfort her elderly father).

Sometimes the world is robbed too soon of certain individuals, eh?

[Shell Beau]

8. Far too often the world is robbed of people too soon.

My brother was the "black sheep" of the family. He was sort of the loner type. Although he was voted prom king. Everyone loved him because he was so damn funny. He had a dark side though. He joined the Navy and he got nicknamed Capone. My family still laughs about that. We should have thought of it first. He was actually my half brother. I didn't know it for the longest because my daddy raised him since he was 2. He was 6 when I was born. His real father didn't even make it to the funeral. I think that is why he had that dark side. His real father had nothing to do with him. My mother and his father married at very young ages (18). He got abusive and my mom left him. Luckily, my dad came in the picture and helped my mom with Bo. My dad was Bo's daddy. He called his real father Brother. It kills me that his real father didn't show up at the funeral. He would have likely gotten his ass kicked by my dad and my other brother, but it would have killed Bo to know he didn't even make it to the funeral. Missing birthdays are one thing. Missing your death, well fuck him. He was just a sperm donor.

[kentauros]

5. You two look really happy in the last pic and close.

I hope most of your tears are of joy :hug:

("You make me want to cry" made me think not of Missing Persons, but of "Godley & Creme - Cry")

[Shell Beau]

6. I am happy. I miss my brother terribly, but I still feel his presence.

We fought like cats and dogs growing up. I still can't believe there is a smiling pic of the two of us together. We did get close as we got older. But then he died.