In Memory of My Brother

Oh I’ve had him on my mind….
Nine years gone, and I miss him more than I’ve ever missed anyone I’ve lost.
He was a man who connected and cared, reached out
and made sure you were thought of in lots of little ways..

He was fun, and when we both lived in Los Angeles we saw a lot of each other.
I went to the bars he tended, and he came by the apartment.
He knew many of the men I dated.

When he opened the Museum in Dana Point, an antiquities shop, it felt more like his calling than anything he’d done, and I had a blast setting it up with him.
I took away a couple of pieces for payment of the days we spent sifting and organizing.
He never tried to lock me out of his life.

I have a box of cards from him…. still.

He would have loved this business we are in, and probably worked with us.

Anyhow, short note, I miss him.  Terribly.

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About dkatiepowellart

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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4 Responses to In Memory of My Brother

  1. Dan Antion says:

    Memories are good things and sad things. It’s hard not to think of what could have been.


  2. taimdala says:

    Please accept my condolences for your loss. Your brother sounds amazing. You are just as amazing, for loving and missing him and keeping his memory alive. It hurts, I know, but that is part of the duty and honor we hold for those we love who are no longer with us. I hope the day comes soon when you can remember him without pain and instead just bask in the joy he brought and continues to bring to your heart. ♥


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