As many of you know, my brother Heath passed away August 11. I have to share this with you as I am hoping someone else as had something similar happen and will share with me their story.

Last Saturday was my 33 birthday, I woke up at 6:30 am w/o an alarm. Wide eyed and bushy tailed, I turned on the TV radio station. Which I never do, to the 90's hoping to celebrate and rock out while getting dressed for a flag football morning. As soon and the TV radio came on it was

Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven". Heath, a huge Clapton fan, was a guitarist who always had a Clapton CD playing no matter what room he was in. My first thought was to crawl back in bed and cry. Knowing this was the first time ever my older bro would not call me and wish me a Happy Birthday. Then it hit me and I smiled, he remembered... Every day is hard, every hour I think of him, as Geiger looks just like him. I am constantly reminding myself that his hell was here on earth and how selfish I am to have wanted to keep him here. Thanks for listening.

With happy tears,

Just Ash