To Be a Daddy
You will be forever mine
Baby eats first
Return to be my brother
This Haiku sort of marks the end of an era...Ryan was holding up baby socks and showing them off to the crowd gathered at my grandparent's house. Halfway through, it struck me...he is gone. He has a family now..and he will never be my brother in quite the same way. The days are long gone when we would sneak out of the house with the car and drive to Denny's in the middle of the night..or when he would come to all of my soccer games and practices kicking and screaming. Or when he arrived on that rainy August day with me on the Upper Westide of Manhattan to help me move into the Columbia College dorms. He was the man at 16, he carried those soggy boxes a good block form where the taxi dropped us. This blog is a tribute to my brother: Ryan Patrick Clift, the guy who has impeccable taste...who is meticulus and quick-witted. The man who has always taken responsibility for his choices...the man who is now paying a mortgage :) This is to no more competing with each other. No more empty hellos...and no more meaningless I love you's. You are my brother...and I am your sister.. and I love you. I will be praying for your marriage to be strong and your house to be filled with love and warmth. Love, Ash
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