I took the day off to live. The anniversary of Phil’s death requires me to do so. I didn’t go ziplining or travel to Europe, although both are on my bucket list. I did what I had intended to do today. I visited the Farnsworth Art Museum, stopped by the Rockland Public Library, found a kick-ass coffee shop and drank ambrosia (the actual name of the coffee with espresso), people-watched, took a walk in the rain, and cried. Not necessarily in that order.

There were some amazing pieces by Jamie Wyeth, especially the screen door sequence. The last two photos here are of the first in that sequence, along with a description. “In capturing a fleeting moment, Wyeth reminds us that our friends and loved ones may be in our lives only briefly.”

So. Fucking. True.

And yes, I was one of those people who stood in front of a piece of artwork and wept.

So much of Wyeth’s work is quite dark, and I couldn’t help but think, “Man, Phil, you’d love this shit!” There were comparisons to some of his pieces and Hitchcock’s film, “The Birds” (a film I watched with my brother several times) as well as Kubrick’s “The Shining” (also saw with my brother, but only once because he scared the bejezus out of me.)

The Farnsworth not only features the Wyeths’ works, but also a variety of artists. There was this great display of collaborative artwork by students. The pieces that are in blue, one that features the gun with “why why why” all over it was a piece by a high school student, as well as the other bluish piece that had one line that got to me. “My biggest fear is I will be forgotten.” Right now that’s not my biggest fear, but forgetting my brother is.

I’m sure that’s part of the reason why I write about him so much, why I continue to grieve him. He was such a fun and weird and interesting human and I wish everyone I’ve ever known (or never known) could have met him. I need him to live on in some way. And I guess this is my way. Because now it’s 7 damn years without him on this planet, and it’s just…wrong.

So take a moment, and if you ever met Phil, think about him. His laugh, his morbid and off kilter humor, his love of horror films, his love of his family and friends. And if you never had the great pleasure of meeting my big brother, I’ve told you a lot about him. Here are a few photos, too. Just take a few seconds and think about him. Let him live for another few moments, would you?