Autumn
Peanut Head, Tubs, Pork and Beans, The Oracle: all nicknames we had for Harley.
The one brother with three sisters.
He was a bra stitching, chick flick watching, and sofa snuggling pain in our butts. No man will love us more than he did or be more protective, something he’ll have to do from afar now.
Who’s going to be genuinely enthusiastic and excited about raving on my birthday?
Who is going to turn my light off when I’ve fallen asleep with it on, exhausted from a long day at school?
There’s a huge empty space left next to me at the dining table, at our end of the hallway, and in my heart.
Caprice
Words cannot describe all the things I’m going to miss.
Who is going to liberate 7 up from work for me?
Who am I going to walk down the road linked arms with?
Who is going to listen to me rant about work, pointing out the simple answers I’ve missed then make me laugh about it?
Who is going to be there to give me a big hug like you haven’t seen me in a lifetime?
Now for my lifetime I am going to miss these things that made an impact on who I am.
I’m your bigger sister but sometimes, without knowing, you would reverse the roles.
For all those times you asked we were actually doing nothing, plain old nothing. But to you there was a possibility that nothing could be something.
Velvet
Whenever I wanted to stay up late and watch TV Harley, my BIG brother, would happily sit with me no matter how tired he was.
We’d sit and play Halo for hours, talking about everything and nothing until we were both falling asleep on the sofa.
Harley always looked out for us three, only ever wanting to help and take care of us.
Peanut Head, Tubs, Pork and Beans, The Oracle, Harley: we will miss you forever.
