Farewell, My Brother
by Steve West on August 3, 2025
Brenda's brother, Scott, was in a motorcycle accident yesterday and without knowing any details of the accident, I do know that he was killed. I loved him very much and I know he loved me back. I wrote this simple tribute to him that I was forced to end because I couldn't stop crying.
Farewell, My Brother - I'm glad we met, if only for a season, for no other reason than to say goodbye. I was only able to say goodbye through heartfelt prayer with the hope that my words would somehow reach your ear. Despite trying to say everything while you could hear me, I never got to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we ran out of time. You were going to teach me how to make lasagna, I never told you that I liked to write or had a blog. I had so much more to tell you. And I'm sorry. I miss you so much. I love you, man. When I'll see you again, I don't know, but if it's within my power, I promise to make it happen. It's goodbye for now, if only a little while.
Three Replies to Farewell, My Brother
Steve West | August 5, 2025
In maybe a little weird way, I sent him this as a text message after posting it here. Someone might read this on his phone someday. And, thank you.
Scott Hardie | August 9, 2025
Steve, I'm terribly sorry to hear this. We've talked about how much family means to you and even more so to Brenda, and my heart goes out to both of you. I hope that writing this brought you even a little bit of peace.
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