Although it is the 4th of July this week, that is not where my mind has been. This week would have been my brother’s birthday. Richard died a little over 15 years ago, and I think of him on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes I hear a laugh, other times it is the way someone walks. Anytime I need to lift something heavy, I think of Richard. But every year on June 30, I remember him, think about which birthday this would have been for him, and what might have been. All of us have people we have loved and have lost along the journey.