a picture

I came across a picture of him and I at my wedding.  He was the only member of my family there.  Says a lot about our family, right?  Says a lot about him, too.  He hated frou-frou stuff like that, but he was there.  He came to my baby shower.  If you knew him, you knew how crazy that was...but he did it.  For me.  Because I asked him to.  I loved him.  I love him still.  I will love him as long as I draw breath and I am sure one of my last cohesive thoughts as I leave this plane of existence will be, "are you there, Blake?"  I hope to see my brother again.  I hope to hug him and tell him how very much I have missed him.  Please God...someday...