Yesterday was my big brother’s birthday. He’s been gone a few years now, and I miss him more each year. We were as close as a brother and sister could be. Always there to inspire, hold each other up, make each other laugh, collapse in tears into each other’s arms. We were each other’s rocks…and feather pillows.
Denny was seven years older than I was, and in many ways, my mentor. He left for collage and became a minister. I had the privilege of witnessing his first live sermon, where he played the song, “Turn, Turn, Turn (For Everything There Is a Season)” by the Byrds. Whenever I really need him, I hear that song.
He also gave me my first spiritual book, Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. It opened my eyes to the simplicity of spirituality and Love. That was easy for Denny. He WAS Love.
Today, my wish is that I am carrying on that legacy of “Being Love” like my Denny Bow was, and did. Just thinking of him opens my heart, makes me smile…even laugh…and makes me remember fun times dancing and pillow fighting and making smores over a fire in the backyard.
Thanks for the memories, Denny. Thanks for being the best big brother a little sister could have.
Happy Birthday, my Denny Bow!
Blessings,
PeeWee
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