Last night, I introduced my little brother Paul
To my little sister Rode.
I showed him Rode’s Facebook. He looked through her photo album and then proceeded to her Facebook wall. As he scrolled down, he was able to see the lives my sister touched when she was alive, and even the lives she touched after she passed away through the comments they left on her wall.
I proceeded to show him a video that was taken five years ago of a Christmas skit that my sister and I performed. It meant a lot to me that Paul would take the time to watch it with me. Watching the video again, this time with Paul, was bittersweet. Memories started flooding back, but I caught myself, realizing how blessed I was that I had another brother.