Dear Little Brother (A.W.P)


My

My Brother, Adam W. Perry

Dear Little Brother, 

I’m writing now to tell the world how proud I am of you. I have watched you grow from a wild seed attracted to fire and tormenting our little sister, into this wonderful giving, loving, honorable man who is selfless, hard-working, and caring. You have been pummeled by my fists, caught a spatula between your two front teeth and slammed into door frames when you annoyed me. But as I look back, I chuckle at how well you handled all of it, you and your bad ‘lil ass!

Mr. Navy Man, uniform all dressed in blue, our American flag waves now and I think of you…. Little brother. Emotions welling up, fears choking me, the distance setting in before your even gone. I miss you already…

But I want you to know, that I love you. I am so proud of the man you have become. The family values that have come to be instilled into your veins, and the charming smile across your handsome face… a memory that will always remain.

Be safe, call often, and tell our mother you love her at least once a week no matter what. (gramma too). Don’t forget where you come from, don’t forget where we’ve been, don’t forget your hardships, it’s what keeps you true, within.

Farewell to Alaska,

All my love,

Big (lil) sister.

Me and my (big) lil brother.

Me & Adam 2006

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2 Comments

  1. Awe So Nice I can feel your Love for your Brother while I was reading this ;D

  2. I sure am gonna miss the lil shit head. I thought 3 hours was far enough…. Alaska is so far away, I hope Sarah Palin doesnt eat him. lol


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