|Tommy (next oldest- after me), Mike (youngest), Nick (middle)|
My 3 brothers sitting together on our deck.
The day after our mom passed away.
I think the worst part of my mom's viewing was seeing the 3 of them cry.
Because I'm 7-11 years older than them, I've always felt like a 2nd mom to them.
So it ripped my heart out (even more than I was already hurting) when I saw them break down.
I hate the circumstances that brought them to our house that day, but I love these boys.
(yes, they're still "boys"- always will be)