This summer began with the unexpected loss of my little brother. He was 36 years old. I don't yet have words to describe or process this.
Ssgt. Rex Nathaniel Watt
He has - had - many names. To me, he will always be baby-brother and Nater-Bug. He leaves behind an emptiness that can never be filled. One day, I will be able to write about him. To write about the torrents of memories and emotions now flooding through me in waves. For now, he rests.
|his resting place|
|Georgia Sky - |
the sky mourned. where he lived. where my father and I went.
|a singular moment in Georgia|
|my brother and his son|
|my father. And my brother's son.|
BRAVE MEN, BOTH
-take good care of each other-
SEMPER FI, my little brother. Big sister loves you.
|a childhood birthday party - my brother, sister, myself on the right|
This song. I couldn't get it out of my head - for weeks - after the news. He did have a thing for Metallica, amongst a wide-range love of music in general. This song, then, is for him: