Missing You

I was awakened this morning with the wind blowing through the trees. It was an eerie sound, a sound that I've never really liked. For one, it makes me think of people who've passed away at some point in my life, The sound makes me feel all alone mostly, and tears flow without much effort on my part.

Michael, my brother passed away just a year ago, well, March seventh will be a year ago. I'm really missing him and his laughter, he loved to laugh. I think of him often clowning around as he always did. A few summers ago he came to Oregon to visit Dad, Robert, and I. He, and Robert, were closer than he, and I, because I chose not to do the drugs he, and Robert, chose to do.

One morning the three of us decided we wanted to go fishing at Cooper Creek reservoir, just a couple of miles from the house where we lived at the time. Michael didn't have a fishing license but that never stopped him from fishing. He found an old spool of fishing line and fixed it up to fish with. He came over to me and asked me to tie on a hook and put on a fairly heavy weight so he was sure to toss the fishing line a good distance into the water.

Well I fixed him up and away he went walking around the bend. I finally got busy with my line tying on the hook, casting out a few times and untying the knots.that Some how ended up on the end of my pole. I noticed how quiet it was around me, so I started looking for Michael and Robert. That's when I noticed Michael with the old fishing line spool, with a limber tree branch stuck through the middle of the old fishing line spool, lassoing the line and tossing it out into the lake.

I just about died laughing at him, and the way he was fishing. He had quite the style figured out. That was the difference about Michael. He always made out with what he had and was perfectly fine with it. He had just as much fun fishing with the gear he had conjured up, as Robert and I had with our fishing poles and tackle boxes we carried with us.

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