It's a bittersweet day for me.
faux brother of mine who was really a third cousin. He couldn't have been a better brother though if the mother had birthed him herself.
Steve was amazing. He was funny and sweet and just a genuine good guy. All that in spite of the less than stellar deck he was dealt. A diagnosis of chronic nephritis as age 7 after one kidney stopped working and the other all but did the same. He would recover -- miraculously -- after being given just two weeks to live. (He's actually written up in medical journals.)
But, every day of his life for the next 15 years was a huge struggle. And he bore it better than anyone should ever be expected to.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him, and none more so than this week every year. Today is the anniversary of his birth. Next week is the anniversary of his death.
He really was one of the best people I've ever known. Happy birthday, cuz. Know that you are loved and missed always.