Gone but never forgotten....

Three years ago.. we were at the hospital spending the last few hours of Heath's life with him.. still praying for some kind of miracle or hoping that we would wake up from the nightmare... Heath, was 32 and fighting a brave battle with stomach cancer.  He was a remarkable cook, full of funny stories and always a best friend of some kind of animal.. dog, cat, racoon, goat.. he loved animals.. I miss that about him.. and I miss his laugh.. and I miss his crazy stories that would almost make you pee in your pants they were so funny.. there is alot that we miss about him.  Sometimes I see someone who looks like his twin.. and I just want to say can I hug you and close my eyes for just a second.. but I know that it would not be the same.. isn't it funny that you don't realize how many twins someone has until they are gone.. Heath was to me soo much like a real brother instead of my brother-in-law.. he would come rescue me if I had car trouble, he would come over and cook so I didn't have to..he would go Christmas shopping with me and not complain and even help decorate my tree... You might forget some dates but you never forget the day someone leaves... it leaves a hole in your life that can never be filled.