Home again

It was a long weekend in Hoquiam, Washington, where I attended my brother Jim’s remembrance. It was a quiet event, no ceremony, just friends and family gathered and talking and looking over old photos, feeling sad.

Here’s a young Jim.

He always was better looking than me, although I never admitted that to him. He told me often enough.

For comparison, here’s a photo of the Myers kids sometime around 1970. Nobody call attention to my ugly teeth, please.

All that’s left of that handsome boy now are ashes, nicely stowed away in his old work thermos.

Now I’m getting sad again. Must stop.


  1. whheydt says

    Don’t apologize for feeling sad. It takes time. Ask me about that in about 20 years…

  2. brettvk says

    Thank you for sharing this with your readers. It’s made me think a lot and I’m grateful to you.

  3. birgerjohansson says

    I am very sad for your loss. There are a ton of platitudes that get said when someone dies, but none that reduces the pain.

  4. unclefrogy says

    I love the idea of the thermos, what a great way to evoke good feelings of him.
    just because they are gone we can still share our love.

  5. hemidactylus says

    I lost my parents a few years apart around 20 years ago. That was rough especially me being alone far from other relatives. It takes time to heal. I still dream about them once in a while. At first that was odd because the emotionally charged confusion of thinking they were still alive until I woke up. So you will probably see him in your dreams. The thermos is a cool idea!

    I have half-siblings I didn’t grow up around. Bad stuff between our dad and their mom. One brother passed long before I got a chance to meet him, but I reconnected with my sister and other brother over a decade ago. It’s nice, but the rapport is different due to not having developed a typical sibling bond while we were kids. So you have that earlier connection to cherish.