Today my “baby” brother would have been 67. I wake from a dream where I’m dressed in a green robe honoring Nature, Mother Nature. I feel my brother close and I miss him, and I believe we’re tied, always tied, like the roots and branches of trees.
Today my “baby” brother would have been 67. I wake from a dream where I’m dressed in a green robe honoring Nature, Mother Nature. I feel my brother close and I miss him, and I believe we’re tied, always tied, like the roots and branches of trees.
