This would have been the 61st birthday of my little brother / my baby brother / my only brother – except that he left the planet on the Summer Solstice 1986, dying of a fast moving and virulent cancer at the age of 33.
My sisters and I remember so many things about his life.? One being that when he was born, Mom and Dad felt the family was complete – there was finally a boy:? Michael Edgar Garry, at first Michael, then Mike – Mother hated that.? So, finally, Eddie, since Dad was Ed.
I just finished meditating on him / his birthday – laying on the living room floor, where the moonlight, moving toward full, was falling on me.? I brought various members of the nuclear and extended family to his attention, asking for love, help and support for them – his daughter Michelle, my son Brian, grandson Patrick Keegan, sister Kath, in particular.
I also asked that he would appear in a dream to everyone, each in their own way.? And especially that I would see and talk with him in a dream.
I visited a moment with Mom and Dad and others.? But having asked for that special dream, I felt complete – and so opened my eyes and rejoined this world.