Its April and it has been 3 years since my brother was killed in a car accident. People think the passage of time makes it easier, but it doesnt. I just returned home frome the cementary where I was visiting, and I cried because I miss him. My brother, Shawn, was only 25 years old when he passed on. If ever there was a person that you could count on it was him. I like to write about him because I dont ever want to forget him. I try to take a lot of his ideals and apply them to my life today. The biggest one that I found the most important is to make time for the people in your life. No mater how busy he was he always made an effort to visit with friends, family, and to occassionally chat up a stranger. He never took a single day for granted, and neither do I anymore. I was not always like that. I was so busy that I used to put my friends and family last. I payed the ultimate price for that by losing out on the chance to talk to my brother one last time. You always think that there will be a tommorrow, but I know for a fact that for some people their wont be. There is a message here. Call the one you love, make sure they know exactly how you feel, trust them with your soul, and dont ever be afraid to tell loved ones exactly how it is your feel. Even if its someone you just met...I made sure I did and she loves me just as much as I do her. Its worth the risk.
R.I.P....Shawn William Gealow...my little brother
