Today is June 8, and it's Ian's birthday. Not Baby Ian, but Uncle Ian. My brother would have been 33 today.
For those of you who don't know - My brother, Ian, passed away in a car accident in 1991 - at the age of 14. It seems like a lifetime ago.
There really isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him. I often wonder what would he look like, be like, act like? Who would he have married? Would he have children? What would his career be?
We always knew that if we had a son, his name would be Ian.
It's nice to have an Ian back in the family - after 18 years.
We love you and miss you, Ian. We will all be together again someday. Please make sure Jesus is preparing me a cute little house - it doesn't have to be big - where I can throw lots of parties and receive massages whenever I want... preferably on a beach...