Throwback Thursday to When My Brother Was Alive

My brother was killed in a hit and run on May 26th, 2005.

Although it's been thirteen years since I last heard Anthony's laughter, it echoes in my mind. He gave me my love of comic book characters and The Honeymooners.

I see so much of his silly humor in my daughters. And though Jesse was only five months old when he died, I've made sure he is a part of their life.

There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about my big brother.  His loss opened a hole in my heart that will never heal.


(Pardon my big hair. It was the 90s.)