Today is my brother's birthday. He would have been 59. It's his first birthday without him. It feels pretty crappy.
I took my mom out to lunch. I wanted to do something for her. Food is always good for simultaneously filling you up and stuffing you up. On the drive home, she said, "He didn't live very long, did he. Lee was the best thing that ever happened to him. Lee and the kids."
After he died, my sister-in-law – that's Lee – gave me one of his Coca Cola glasses. I've been filling it with pennies ever since, and now it's almost full. I thought I should do something meaningful with them, but they're just sitting on my dresser. I'll play with them, I think. Clint played with his pennies, some game no one could ever figure out. When I was a kid, I thought he was just screwing around and whenever you thought you figured out what he was going to do next, he told you that you were wrong just so you couldn't figure it out.
Today is also my nephew's birthday. I'll call him.