This is my brother, Eddie. He was born 37 years ago today.

He died 11 years ago this past summer.

I actually had the day off today, and I had some plans made for what I was going to do: watch my friend and I on TV, go to Mass, get my car looked at, and visit my brother's grave (not in that particular order).

What I ended up doing was watching TV and doing laundry. (Granted, it was needed to be done, but still...)

I don't know that I've completed mourning for Eddie. Couple that with the fact that I don't know that I've completed mourning over the end of things with Suzanne, and that may explain why I've been in so much of a funk over the past few weeks.

I've now outlived my brother by over 2 years. Combine that with my dad's health issues (things are fine, more details to come), and that's REALLY making me a nice person to be around.

Happy Birthday, Eddie. Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon.