I have two brothers, which may be news to many of my friends. My brother Matthew was born 19 years ago today, but he went Home the same day, so we didn’t get to know him very well.
I wonder about him a lot. What would he look like? Would people know we were siblings by looking at us? Would he be as big as Ben? (Ben and I had this conversation earlier, incidentally: “Hi, little drummer boy.” “I’m bigger than you, you know.” “To God we’re all little.”) What would he have been good at? What hobbies would he have enjoyed? What would it be like to have a family of five instead of four? I like to think that the two of us would have been good friends.
Sometimes it seems like I miss him more the older I get. It might seem kind of silly, but one thing I’ve learned is that it is possible to love and miss someone you don’t even know.
Happy birthday, Matthew David. We had a cake for you today. We miss you, and we can’t wait to meet you.