I smile thinking about my brother , Al. When he was alive and we lived among many trees, he and I heard many tree frogs this time of year , here in Indiana .
He would use his wheelchair or walker when he was not bed bound at an earlier time, and we would wheel him down the ramp so we could look for the frogs .
It feels wonderful to be able to smile and say or think his name. Although there are very little tears any longer , my heart still feels a large void and I once again become sad.
Thank you Mr. Tree Frog for reminding me of good times with your chirping today, and making me smile .