When I was just a small child, I had a favorite big brother. He was great to me. He'd put his big arms around me and always made me feel safe. I would follow him everywhere but he didn't seem to mind. At times it made me feel ten feet tall, and there was nothing that I liked better than being with Pete.
I was so proud of him! When I was with him I felt like I was beaming stronger than the sun. He was good at everything. I never could seem to match the mountains he made out of sand. Mine always seemed to crumble and sag, but his would stand as firm as mountains.
Dad always tried not to show how proud he was of him...Pete being the oldest and all, but Dad's smile always seemed to be a bit brighter when my big brother was around.
My world collapsed the morning he died. The big brother that I played with was gone. We shared so many things over the years. But 15 years was not long enough for me. I miss hearing his voice and seeing his smile. Now all I have are sweet memories of my brother.
Where was my big brother with whom I shaped mountains of sand? Why did he have to die that morning?
What I have decided to do with the love and compassion that you have given me Pete, is to live life the best way I can, because someday I will join you and I want you to be proud of me.
So if I do good things with my life, if I laugh, if I smile and if I find happiness don't ever think that I have forgotten or that I have stopped missing you. If I can somehow walk through life without you in a good way, then I do it in honor of you Pete.
With All My Love,
Lory Katlyn Lansburg
AKA Little Lansburg