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Brandon woke me up this morning, he was super excited and giddy. It’s always special to wake up with him near because of his job making him travel so much. During the week i rarely get to see him because of this and I miss him. It’s weird going from seeing someone every day to only a couple days a week.
He shoved a bag in my hand that was sticking out beneath the covers. Dark greenish gray and heavy. When I was finally awake enough to open it, it turned out to be a big white box. Obviously a jewelry box, which judging by size I thought I bracelet or a necklace. It turned out to be a ring instead, a gold band with a large pink chrystal cut into a heart with clusters on the side. I seen something like it weeks ago and have been wanting a promise ring for awhile but whenever we looked the traditional ones with the forever knot never seemed to suit me. So when I seen that one in the window at the store I knew it was the one.
I nearly cried I was so happy. Happy because I had found someone like him and someone who wants to be with me. Good or bad mood, no matter what. He accepts me for who I am and encourages who I want to become. While some guys would ask a girl to drop everything and come with them, he did the opposite. I can never thank him enough for everything he’s done.
The ring ended up not fitting but that was because my hand is very small and the standard ring size (size 6 or 7) is too big. He bought a ring snug so I can wear it until it can be refitted. I’m in love with it and cannot stop looking at it. Call me a hopeless romantic and a weirdo but I don’t care.
this moment, every girl wants this moment, a guy to look at her and smile because even though he’s seen her a thousand times, it’s like the first time all over again. Not in a bad way, but you see a little glimpse of something that wasn’t there before and fall more in love
There are some days that just hit home harder then others. Like yesterday, yesterday was really hard. It started in the morning when I went to go pick up the phone and call Jason to ask if he’d called dad yet. There are moments when you just forgot because life seems so normal and things go on. Then it hit me that he wouldn’t answer, he couldn’t. This was the first holiday where something felt like it was missing, our family wasn’t whole anymore. I started crying and couldn’t stop, it took some effort. My dad threw himself into working on our new deck. We had had our moments but nothing like this.
I had worked hard trying to find the perfect present for my dad all week. It was expensive and something I knew he would love but as I was wrapping it, things changed. The one thing my dad really wanted and needed couldn’t be bought at a store. Bringing Jason back from the dead wasn’t something I could do, although I wish I could. Love is so strong and so powerful that nothing compares.
We didn’t talk about Jason yesterday, Tried not to say his name or glance in the direction of the urn. We tried to be normal instead and celebrate as we always had. It’s the moments like these that after someone dies are the worst because nothing seems normal or real. I miss my brother and although sometimes I forget I know he’s always with us.