
This  weekend (9/12) is my brother's birthday.
I have had more  anxiety, sleepless nights, tears, and roller-coaster emotions for this  date than any other date or holiday since his passing.
Which is  so different than it use to be.
I use to relish Dan's birthday.  We had such an idiosyncratic relationship, that it was almost as if our  personalities showed the female and male version? We are sarcastic,  brutally honest, and highly emotional, and tend to use very "colorful"  words in our speech. (hehehe!)
Dan's birthday was my day to try  and find the most unique way of telling my brother how much I loved him.  This was hard, due to the fact he did the same for me! One year, he got  me a French Book of Mormon, and wrote a beautiful message in the front  page entirely in French with "Ton frere" (your brother) signed at the  bottom. It would be hand-written letters that would arrive in my mailbox  with cherished wishes and thoughts from his heart. The past few years  though, he would take the time to personally/literally see that my  birthday was complete. Dan is a major chef--not a "tinker in the  kitchen" kind, but truly a cook that picks the HARDEST recipes and makes  beautiful creations. One of these creations? The "Banana Colada Pie."
No  matter where he was, or what he was doing, he made sure that I was  given one of these exquisite pies every year for my birthday. We are  taking cream custard, butter crusts, bananas, pecans, drizzled  chocolate, and I'm sure a million steps to making this heavenly  masterpiece.
Each year. For me.
Now you see what I had to  "out-do" each year, which, let's face it, anything compared to 
that pie will ALWAYS fall short! I  tried, though. One year it was a concert. The year of 9/11 it was a  donation to the firemen and their families. Another year it was a unique  pocket watch. Last year it was dog tags with a picture of him and his  canine best friend etched into the plates.
This year?
My  tears? The place that is vacant? The runs I long to go on with him? The  yearning for his rich voice on the other end of the phone? The secret  glances we'd share when we would be thinking the same thing?
My  heart?
" i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i  am never without  it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is  doneby only me  is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you  are my fate,my  sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my  world,my true)and it's  you are whatever a moon has always meantand  whatever a sun will  always sing is youhere is the deepest  secret nobody knows(here  is the root of the root and the bud of the  budand the sky of the  sky of a tree called life;which growshigher  than the soul can hope  or mind can hide)and this is the wonder  that's keeping the stars  aparti carry your heart(i carry it in  my heart)"  -E.E. Cumings
Dan, for your birthday, I carry your  heart.
xo Laura