This post may seem cheesy to some, but I haven't written about my brother in a while and I was thinking about him a lot around his Bday. It is amazing how time flies. He passed away over three years ago. Yet I still have times of missing him, as I'm sure many of you do too. I don't mind those times. I don't ever want to stop missing him. These moments give me a chance to break away from silly distractions and ponder about more important things in life. I know he is still very much apart of our lives. Truly a remarkable blessing that we have angels in our midst. I see miracles great and small that are definitely not of my own doing. Just need to pay attention to the fact that we are never alone:-)
I happened to visit some friends in Provo during the weekend of Tj's Bday. Many good memories of my brother come from there. He loved BYU and Provo. Looking back, it was a blessing to live so close to each other and spend so much time together.
I happened to visit some friends in Provo during the weekend of Tj's Bday. Many good memories of my brother come from there. He loved BYU and Provo. Looking back, it was a blessing to live so close to each other and spend so much time together.
I hiked the Y on Saturday morning with my friend Jackie. Tj only hiked it once or twice, but whenever I hike it I remember his description of the Y. "It looks like moldy oatmeal". Ah yes, moldy oatmeal. Leave it to him to come up with such a lovely portrayal.
For those of you that don't have a clue what I'm talking about, there is a big white letter Y on a mountain just east of BYU. You take a gentle, vertical hike to get up to the Y. Some think it's strenuous, others consider it a walk in the park.
See! If I'm running, it's got to be an easy hike :-) Okay, so I usually walk, run, walk, run . . . walk, walk, walk.
Sunflowers are often a reminder of my brother's outgoing, positive, bright nature. They were in full bloom on the trail to the Y.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAT! (That's brother in Russian. I always enjoyed calling him that. If you're wondering the Russian word for sister, it's sistra. Nothing related to a spoiled nature. Sisters are sweet afterall:-)
5 comments:
Lovely update!
I can't believe it's already been 3 years. I'm glad you were able to be in Provo and have fun on his birthday weekend. It looks like you had fun in Denver with your dad too! I want to travel as much as you!
Well, this made me cry... good tears. I miss him too, honey... always. I miss you, as well. I am grateful for the memories of TJ, and his odd comments... notice how no one else would EVER come up with a comment or analogy like "moldy oatmeal", except for TJ??? After all, when in his life did he EVER see moldy oatmeal?? Hmmm... maybe in Siberia, except it was probably too cold for mold to grow there. I thank you for posting comments about TJ in honor of his birthday. I feel as if I were there with you to celebrate his birthday. I am sure he was with you, too. You know how he always loves parties! I am also grateful for the miracles that we still experience, along with the awareness of him being near to us. I am grateful that we are blessed to know about the Plan of Salvation. "We as mere mortals are most fortunate." - I love you, my dearest daughter. - Mom
I'm glad there's a post about TJ. Nice job Tahlea. You are the greatest "sistra". :)
Tahlea! I'm so glad I found your blog. This post was beautiful. =) How are you doing? Where are you and what are you up to these days?
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