My Brother

As I was just beginning to talk, my parents told me that I was going to have a baby brother or sister. Not that I remember, but my mother said she asked me if I wanted a brother or a sister. I was told I said, in my toddler speech, "brother". God honored my request and on January 23, 1953, I was given a baby brother. Thank you, God, for giving to me the most amazing brother I could have ever imagined.
In many ways, if you looked at us, you would think, how could these two children be related? We didn't look alike, well maybe our noses were similar. David had my mom's features, where I favored my dad. David and I differed in personality too. He was out-going, I was shy. In many ways, even though he was 19 months younger than me, he was my big brother. I didn't want to talk to people, he thrived in interacting with anyone.
There are siblings who don't get along with each other, not so with David and me. I loved him and I know he returned this "brotherly/sisterly" love everyday.
When David was 40 years old, he became my double-brother when he trusted Christ as the Savior and Lord of his life. I had become a Christian at 18 years of age as a freshman in college and began the adventure of what it means to be a Christian. I shared Christ with my brother shortly afterwards, but God's timing for him to come to this saving knowledge came many years later in another country. David grew as a Christian faster than anyone I have ever seen!
Then without warning, God took David to be with Him on April 3, 1996. This too, happened in another country away from David's homeland of the United States and his home in Luxembourg. David died instantly on a mountainside in Croatia when the plane he was in hit the mountain. I miss him to this day. More importantly, I will see him again. Although I don't understand how I will recognize him, I know that I will~instantly.
Thank you, God, for David. Heavenly Father, please hug my brother for me. Thanks!