Welcome

I am finding it difficult to start this blog. Where to begin? What to say? Frankly, I'm a little nervous as I know when the memories start flowing, so will the tears. But it was my idea and unfair to expect others to contribute if I'm not brave enough to do it myself.

So here we go...Weston would be 31 this year. It's been almost 11 years since his passing. Every time I reminisce with family, friends, or alone, I realize how little I knew my brother. We had seven years between us. We didn't share friends or activities. Mostly we just shared parents, a house, most dinners and the occasional fight for 11 years. Then I was gone to South Africa, Durango, Alaska and Rhode Island for the next nine years and our communication lessened even more. Mostly my parents would update us on the whereabouts and activities of the other.

Now I realize how I took for granted that my family would always be there. I was very self-absorbed and caught up in my adventures and life. I figured they'd be waiting for me when I got home and chose again to spend time with them. If only that were the case.

When Weston went to college in Santa Rosa, we began to write a bit more. If only e-mail had been as mainstream then as it is today, I think we would've been able to bring our lives back together.

I would send Wes things at school that I thought would interest him - magazines, books, CDs, etc., but I fear I didn't know him well enough to get him the right things. Although I do know the steaks I sent him were a slam dunk - he was always a big meat eater. Hopefully the gestures were enough for him to know I was thinking of him.