I try to remember what it was like when I could still see. It’s all fading almost as fast as my sight did. I still remember your face. That’s something I will always have, and for that, I am grateful. You are so unbelievably beautiful. That look you give me when I piss you off, that quirky grin when you want me, the way your eyes ignite when you encounter injustice, the way you look when you are trying not to cry. I will always have those things. They are here. In my heart. Where I keep you.

I can’t see you anymore. You will never get any older. I will never see the pain of loss etched on your perfect face. I will have to taste your tears to know they are there. I will have to feel your heart beating to know you love me still.

Take my hand, my only love. Lead me.

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My kid brother has, over the last few years, lost his sight entirely.  This is just a glimpse of what his life is like.

Thank you, Hollowman.  You gave me a moment :)