weapons of massdistraction

My brother has been dead longer than he was alive. Today he would have been 38. I wonder what sort of person he would have become. Maybe he’d be like me, leaving behind the scattered carcasses of failed relationships like roadkill. More likely he would have found his one true love and stuck with it. He had a quiet determination about him. While I’ve got more of a complain-y stream-of-consciousness despair about me.

Usually my son hangs out with the ex-husband on Tuesday evenings. But I didn’t want to be alone. So the boy is with me tonight and his joyful exuberance should keep me from moping too much. Until he says something about how we should have a DeLorean, like the one in Back to the Future, so we can go back in time to retrieve my brother to keep him from dying. That gets me straight up weepy every time.