Alex and the Fan

I grew up in foster care, so I never knew my oldest brother. In 1992, he was murdered. Prior to this, my sister was in contact with him. My sister and I weren't in contact for years, prior and after his death. When I found out of his passing away, I was in so much pain, I looked forward to the day when our family would get back together. My sister told me he wanted the same thing I did and he looked forward to that day he would see me.

3 years ago, I moved into my new apartment. This was the first time I thought about my brother in depth. I was not able to deal with his death. It was a hot summer, I had the fan I just brought on and I said "Alex, if you are here please let me know!". I said it again, but with tears. The fan stopped in mid rotation. He made me smile and cry even more. I miss him even though we never grew up together.

I LOVE YOU ALEX.