Lifes' files

 My brother Nick- was my greatest source of strength, and amplitude. I still think about him often, more than I should. I can't go a day without having him on my thoughts. I sometimes wish he were here, even for a moment, so we can do proper farewells. Sometimes, it makes me sad though, cause Nick being gone, a certain waft of sadness creeps in. The man was not good, he was great. Everyday, I think how great an uncle to Maya he'd become. He met her once, in her infant gear and I knew they'd get along. The girl was full of  sleep, cry and play. They'd definitely get along. One day, I might get to show her a picture of him, watch her curiosity grow and ask her what she thinks of the man.  Maybe she'd look into his picture frame and wonder, what made the man tick. He would seem peaceful, and besides they'd be some quiet about him in the picture. Some sort of tranquility, amidst the weight of the world on his shoulders.  Maya and I will roll down the years. I hope t...