Brother Tom Part Three

Life went on after his death, but, it has never been the same. Dad grieved himself to death 6 months to the day after my brother's death. Mom lived another two years in both physical and mental pain before she died. And, now, they are all together up there.... In the years after my brother's death, my resentment of him ran high. I really didn't forgive him for how he treated me. I would make crewd jokes about his death as my release from the tragedy. But, they were just jokes, it was my way of working towards a resolution of my realtionship with Tom... Which came in a dream I had of him a few years ago. In the dream he looked great and was smiling a very peaceful smile. The dream made me feel peaceful also. After I woke up I felt my feelings differently. The long buried love I had for him so long ago on has stayed with me. I love my brother and miss him. I wish he was here so we could finally find understanding with each other. In the next world, we will sit down and work it out, I'm positive of that..... By the way, those two boys, the older brother and the younger, I am happy to say went back to playing ball together on that long ago day on Monroe Circle... And, they had fun!!!.... Two brothers....