Still Missing Marlon

This June will be 8 years since I've lost my brother, Marlon. I still cry, but not as often, and I am always finding little remembrances of him. We will be moving very soon, and it saddens me that I will leave this house full of memories of him. There's still spots on the wall where he scrawled his future plans on how he was going to fix a door, or labeling of my mom's kitchen cabinets, his outlines of his tools on the basement wall, or even his markings on the electrical boxes. We've made great use of SJ Freecycle of which my brother had been involved. I've been very blessed with a wonderful man to come into my life since Marlon died. John is incredible and has so much in common with him. They would have talked for hours on end about all sorts of things, working on stuff in the driveway, even sewing. It was by a mere 3 months that they missed one another. I reflect on the incredible changes the past 8 years has brought about, and I wish Marlon had been here to see them. Perhaps he is not here in the physical, but in spirit, I feel he's still watching over us. It warms my heart to know that Marlon is still thought of by many. If he's not forgotten, he's never truly gone.