(photo by Clare)
It was four years ago today that my brother died. Not a day goes by that I don't wish he was still here, or even more so, that I spent more time with him while he was here.
The last time I saw him was at least a couple of months before he died. Months! Because I was too busy, I guess? And that makes me sad. Don't be too busy to spend time with those you love, because you never know when you won't have the option anymore. In his almost 25 years here on earth we have maybe 10 pictures together, and only maybe 2 of those were taken when we were adults. That makes me sad too.
I wish I had more in common with Pete. He was a super fun, free spirited person. You would be hard pressed to name even one person who met Pete who didn't call him a friend. I'm glad that over the years I've grown to call some of these people my friends too.
I do see Pete everyday...in Camden. Camden's enthusiasm for life...his inability to SIT STILL...and the way he gets excited about everything. That was one hundred per cent Pete.
"Punk Rock Pete" was a serious punk rocker. I'm not punk rock at all, (have you met me?) I wear cardigans and flats and on the rare occasion that I am out past dark you will surely catch me yawning and glancing at my watch, but listening to NoFX reminds me of Pete, and that makes me smile.