Missing Big Brother
Hey my friends. I know I'm a little older 52, but I just lost my big brother in a car wreck. His name was Sandy Clyde Osteen. We built houses and shared life together. He was 58. He died on Oct …
Published: Jan 2008
I Miss My Big Bro
without knowing it,
I loved you with all my heart.
As I grew older I looked up to you and to no other.
Yes, we fought many of times but you supported,
and encouraged me in everything I did.
You were my best friend and my hero.
At night I miss the sound of your music,
I miss you climbing through the window when you were late.
I miss your comfort and the way you made me feel safe.
I miss our nonsense arguments and all our wrestling matches just to pass time.
I like to remember our times together good times and the bad.
I regret the times I yelled at you when you were only trying to help,
but you know I only did it because you did it to me.
I wanted to do everything you did,
because I wanted to JUST like you!
I miss your smile,
and I miss the way our room smelt of your cologne.
But most of all I miss your reassuring hugs and playful kisses.
I wish I could go back and tell you how I felt,
tell you that I really need you no matter what I said.
I kept your favorite sweater and wear it every time I miss you
like I did when I was little.
I will always love you no matter how long its been,
since the day your life came to an end.
I miss my big brother.
R.I.P Chris 1/8/90 - 1/4/04