Gerald’s twin brother Kevin has been on my mind a lot lately. Memories of my deceased brother-in-law were triggered last weekend while celebrating the 4th at my in-laws. And this past weekend, Kevin was at the forefront of our minds again. It was Gerald’s birthday, and thus my brother-in-law’s birthday as well. A bittersweet day to say the least. With more memories triggered, I find myself once again writing about Kevin.
Since it was Gerald’s birthday this weekend, of course we had to do all the things he wanted to do. Okay, I may be exaggerating a bit, but he did play the “it’s my birthday and I get to do all the things I want to do” card a few times. He expected zero fights from the boys and for all in the household to live in perfect harmony. Actually it was a pretty good weekend. No blowups at anybody, no squabbles to resolve. Maybe it should be Gerald’s birthday every weekend!
Gerald and I went for a nice, quiet dinner (read: just the two of us!). He had his heart set on the peppercorn steak at one of our local favorites. And even though I would have rather have gone to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, since it was Gerald’s birthday and all, I suppose I
reluctantly gladly obliged. We get there and Gerald orders a Corona. A Corona? I was a little confused, Gerald is a Bud Light kind of guy. He explained he was ordering it in honor of his twin brother, Kevin’s, birthday. You know, the brother who just happened to co-rent the same space for about nine months or so.
Kevin’s beer of choice had always been Corona. Well, this place of Gerald’s choosing, because he just had to have their peppercorn steak, doesn’t serve Corona. I admit this is where I had to give Gerald a little “I told you so” flak. The restaurant where I was wanting to go would have had Corona.
And so I thought that was that and I allowed myself to stuff my stomach silly, finishing everything on my plate, just short of licking the thing clean. And this is where Gerald says he wanted to drink a Corona before the night was over. But… but… I have no room left in my stomach for any. thing. else. After we paid the (overpriced) bill, we headed off to the Mexican restaurant (that I would have chosen in the first place. Huh hum).
I surely cannot go to this Mexican place without getting a skinny margarita. I got me my margarita and Gerald got his Corona. Now mind you, I usually get two skinny margaritas–okay, yes, sometimes three. Hello? It’s a SKINNY margarita. It makes no sense to only get one. That would be totally missing the point. But anyway, since I already had two glasses of wine at the other restaurant, I figured I really shouldn’t have any more alcohol, so no more than one skinny margarita. Gerald drank his Corona, and I’m guessing he gave his brother a silent toast.
On the drive home, we were pretty quiet. Kenny Chesney’s “Who You’d Be Today” happened to come on the radio. Uncanny timing, I swear. I whispered, “That song has always reminded me of Kevin.” Gerald whispered back, “Me too.” The song hadn’t been playing long and hadn’t even reached the chorus yet when we pulled into the driveway. I wanted to sit in the car a while longer and let the rest of the song play, but Gerald killed the engine promptly. It was too late though, the song was already stuck in both our heads.
I believe the tears come a little easier for me because I allow myself to let the waterworks go when I’m sad. Gerald… not so much. He doesn’t want anyone to see him cry. I gotta admit, it would make for much awkwardness if I saw Gerald cry. I wouldn’t know what to do. He’s always been my rock, always been my superhero. I believe the only time I’ve ever seen tears even come close to my husband’s eyes is during the birth of our two boys.
So Gerald fulfilled his birthday Corona quest/consumption, and I allowed myself a good cry.
Happy birthday to my husband and his twin brother, who left us way too soon!