Remembering My Brother – Brian “B” Joseph McLane
Today would mark the 37th Birthday of my Brother. Brian “B” Joseph McLane
I seldom talk about the events that shadow that cold morning in January of this year. In fact, I don’t think, I have ever spoke of it at all outside the small circle of friends. Sometimes I forget, it will slip out, and people will stare at me, not really knowing what to say, or if what I said was some sick morbid joke.
However, for what it is worth, it is not.
Today, August 11th, 2009 would have been the 37th birthday of my Brother. I am not sure why I don’t speak of it, maybe it is still something I try to believe never happened.
Maybe, even for a moment, I don’t want to believe it. Sitting there, in the passenger seat of my pickup, was a photo book I had just had made, and picked up the day before, to be delivered to my brother that very Saturday.
It was a photo book of my year chronicled of my racing. He always wanted a few photo’s, and I had decided to instead have this book made for him. I never got the chance to give it to him. Instead, that day when I made my trip down to his home, I instead gave it to my parents.
Their is, rarely a day that goes by, that I do not think of my brother. Sometimes, I still think he is here, and I forget. I catch myself mid sentence of sometimes speaking. He was a mechanic, someone I would pick the brain of once in awhile when I had problems with my pickup, or a friend had problems. I have caught myself, even still, reaching for the phone to make a call. It pulls at me, still.
Today is your day, however. And although I am late in writing this, know, I always will miss you.
Happy Birthday B
Granite Memorial Stone I had made for my Brother to be anchored at the base of a Memory Tree planted in his honor.
Mike, that is really beautiful.
There isn’t a day that goes by that he isn’t in my thoughts, today especially.
Happy Birthday B.
Mike
That was very well written. I truely didn’t realize how much that day would affect me. I think about Brian every day and even more so on the 11th when I think of things we would be doing for his birthday.
Brian would again state that he didn’t need anything for his birthday, but would be very happy when he got his German Chocolate cake and a new video game. Where he would then spend the rest of the day playing games. But it was his day to do what he wanted and he wasn’t one for a great deal of fuss.
Brian is very much missed. And like you, I find myself thinking that I can call Brian for the answer and missing the hugs of support after a long day.