My Best Man

Today would have been my best man's birthday. He passed away on March 12, 2001. That's right, on my 26th birthday, I lost my best man. On May 4, I feel a twinge of pain because I know my family would have planned a huge dinner and festivities. It would have been Pa-Pa's 84th or 85th 0r...you get the point. It would have been his birthday and we would have celebrated in style.


Some people never get to meet their fathers. I have two--my biological father and my stepfather. And although both men are still in my life, neither of them compares to the love and admiriation I feel for my grandfather. God always gives us what we need and He gave me my Pa-Pa. He was indeed my best man--the first man I ever really loved.


Although I know he couldn't have been here forever, I cherish the time we did share. I know it can never be taken from me. It took me a few years to even celebrate my birthday after 2001. I thought it was a big joke God had played on me. He took away one of the most important people in my life on the biggest day of my life.


So on May 4 and March 12, there is a certain level of sadness. Will it ever go away? Honestly, I don't really think I want it to.


So here's to my best man!! Happy Birthday, Pa-Pa. One day, I'll see you soon.


Deo Volente,
Step Brown