My Dream

Anthony about a year before he passed away.

I had a dream a few nights ago. I can't remember many of the details, but I do remember that my brother was in it. He looked just as I remember him: the scruffy, thin beard of 19 year old, dark hair just above his shoulder, about six feet tall, and skinny as can be. We were running around and having fun. He was laughing and leading the way everywhere we went as he always did. I don't remember where we went or what we did, but I remember that I was with my brother. I miss him. I wish he didn't have to leave.