To Anyone That Cares

To My Brother

I don't even know where to begin. I mean I think you're the biggest idiot jackass alive, but I love you with all my heart. Weird, right? When we were younger I remember running around the yard with you and playing with your "boy toys" because mine were too girly for a "man like you". Those were the days.

But when we turned into teenagers, I remember not talking to you for months on end because not only were my old toys too girly for you, but apparently so was I. You were still my older brother, but in a, "you touch my sister I'll kill your sorry ass," kinda way. I'm very thankful for that way though because you always kicked their asses the hardest.

And, of course, we both grew up even more and you went off to college. I was so sad then. I mean I missed your voice more and more every single day. But you were still always there for me. Like when my prom date stood me up. God, I've NEVER seen you that pissed before. You sped to that boys house like your life depended on it. And you were there when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

When you joined the marines I was inconsolable. It was like they were ripping you out of my life. But no matter where you were, you always managed to wriggle yourself into my life. I love you for that.

Now you weren't always like that. And I'm positive that's the one thing I really don't miss about you. You were my jackass brother when you'd pull my hair, make fun of me, and pull dumb pranks on me. But I'm not totally innocent. I mean I got you a couple times but my jokes were never better than yours. (Of course you'll say, "duh! I'm older therefore better!")

I love you with all my heart. I can't say enough how much you mean to me. I hope you read this because I want enough courage to send this to you.

Love,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin