Thanks. I want to cry reading your replies. Mike, I don't feel alone anymore. Every day he makes his presence known in one way or another. There's always something in front of me that makes me think of him.. it's surreal.
My brother was responsible for his burial. His ashes are in some public area of the cemetary that I went to on Father's Day, my first year in sobriety. Was so upset that I found myself sitting in front of the dumpster! Figured that's where he ended up! Anyway, I found an unmarked grave for the flower.
Not sure why I've been thinking of him so often. My parents divorced when I was 9.
My mother broke all of his liquor bottles in the sink and threw him out. I was the youngest of four and the only one who didn't want him to go.
I begged him to let me live with him.
Anyway, I don't miss him much anymore. I spent my life pushing him away and now it feels like I'm in the same room with him.
Thanks for listening...I really do need to post about my MOTHER! man oh man...