today is the anniversary of my brother’s death 17 years ago. man, i can’t believe it’s really been that long. it’s terrible to miss someone taken at such an early age–he was only 21. i think about the world that he missed out on and wonder what he would have liked best: internet? xbox live? tivo/dvr? nah….of all the cool things that’s happened in the last 17 years, i truly believe he would have loved to see how great his kids turned out, and that for my family’s dysfunctional history, we’re doing okay.

the poem for today is michael’s favorite from high school, recited by ponyboy curtis, the narrator for the novel, the outsiders–my little brother’s favorite book. i think he read his school copy ten times, and i had to buy him his own copy soon after. i’m not sure what drew michael to the poem or the book, but they are both his. and i count  myself lucky for being able to share these pieces of literature with him….

nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.