Today is my brother’s 21st birthday.
I like to think they have banana bread cupcakes in Heaven because I know that’s what he would want to eat for breakfast. In fact, banana bread was the very last thing I ever baked for him before he passed away. He pretty much gobbled up the entire loaf (after I told him hand’s off) and said it was one of the best things I ever baked. Then, two days later, he died.
So today, on his birthday, I like to do and eat things that he would have liked to do and eat. Well, not everything of course—he was an adolescent boy after all.
But definitely these banana bread cupcakes.
Today I should be taking my brother to a bar for his very first (hah!) beer. Though our relationship was far from perfect when he was alive, I like to think that’s how it would have played out.
I also like to think Heaven has beer.