Thank you for the day.
I remember this like it was yesterday.
My older brother Jimmy used to sing to me all the time.
He would hold me in his arms.
He was (is) ten years older than me.
He would sit me on his lap,
And let me be the kid!
I would comb his hippy hair.
And wish for mine to be as long.
And he would sing his hippy songs.
To only me.
And sing along, I would.
And he was my hero.
And he is still the better singer.