It's my brother's birthday this weekend. I miss him, but I realize he's always with me. It's a good feeling. I was telling my mother a story, and I thought I'd share it with you. About a week before Mae was born, Ali went in for a final ultrasound to see how baby was doing. It was the one time I didn't go with her. When she came home she was in tears. The technician told her that she needed to come back the next week because there could be a complication. This happened on a Friday, so we had to ride out the weekend - dwelling on the situation. I'd say it was probably the lowest I felt in a very long time. I know Ali felt the same way.

By Sunday I was pretty despondent. I could barely breath. I couldn't sleep. I decided to walk to the grocery store to try to take my mind off things. As I was walking through the store feeling like should just run out into traffic, a song came over the intercom - a song by the Everly Brothers - I hadn't heard it in years. It was one of my brother's most favorite songs. I think we wore out the 45 when we were little...

I knew at that moment things would be just fine. And they were - they turned out just fine. It's good to have him watching over his big brother... Happy Birthday, Kurt!

Have a wonderful weekend. The full moon is nearing...

Listening to: Scatterbrain - Jeff Beck

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