For the last couple of days, I feel like Ive been picking up all of the missing pieces to the rest of Mikes life. Pieces that I should have been learning from him while hanging out with Mike and his family a couple of years from now. Everyone has stories, everyone has another little piece of his life tucked away in a drawer, under the shade of a childhood tree, sitting on a cliff next to the ocean. Ive been searching everywhere to put this puzzle together, trying to solve the unsolvable, but obsessed with the picture of the life of my Berwick brother. I knew him so well, yet I knew him so ephemerally. I am bonded to every person that knew him through every shared experience they had. I know that there will always be another story about him out there, and Im eternally grateful for everyone that has one in their possession. This article is another piece to the puzzle, a puzzle that I will be putting together for the rest of my life, and hope to never complete.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 15:43:40 +0000