It's almost spring and I...

...remember how much he loved to be outside.  It's almost spring and I think about catching "lightbubs" with him on warm evenings.  It's almost spring and I think about his Easters...his baskets, his egghunts...It's almost spring and his favorite burger joint will be reopening for business.  It's almost spring and Mama would have been making his favorite wilted lettuce salad.  He and I could demolish an entire bowl.  I will never eat it again...not without him.

It's almost spring and my heart breaks for my little brother.