Seth

So a long time ago I was going to do a post for every member of my family and only got through my Mom and Jason. If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of a slacker. I'm not going to go in order so this one is about my brother Seth.

Seth was the one I swore at first. It's actually a funny story. You see I was the golden child growing up. I never got in trouble never did anything bad. It was probably a year or so after Dad died. Seth and I got into a bit of an argument I can't even remember what it was about but I was out of control mad and wanted to go retreat in my room but he was blocking the doorway and wouldn't let me pass. I yelled at him to move, he wouldn't, I got so mad I screamed at the top of my lungs "HELL!!!" That was the worst word I could think of at the time. He let me past and I went to my room and cried for a bit. Once I had calmed down a little. I couldn't help but laugh. I remember saying "really that's the best I could come up with? I couldn't even add 'go to' in front of it?"

The few months after my dad died were and still are a blur to me. I don't remember much from that time but one of my most treasured memories with Seth even though it was a horrible time was the day that my dad died maybe the day after. Mom had gone to bed I think and I was going to go to bed he gave me the biggest hug and said something along the lines of "I love you sister and if you ever need anything I'm here for you." and we cried and he hugged me.

A couple weeks ago after we attended my great uncle Frank's funeral I was feeling sorry for myself because I was the youngest child. No one remembers me. The family used to get together a lot more back then and everyone remembers the older three and the older three have memories of spending time with that part of the family, but because I was so young I feel like I missed out on those things. Then I thought of all that I have gotten to do. Going to Disneyland with Mom Dad and Seth. Going on our trip in the motor home to Nauvoo with Grandma and Grandpa Mills and Mom, Dad and Seth. Also the first Christmas after dad died after we opened presents we drove down to St. George to spend it with G&G Mills which was the last time we saw them before Grandpa got sick. And many other adventures.

I feel like a big mama bear for Seth. When he would play hockey and someone would check him or trip him or anything it would make me get upset. And also in other ways. People give Seth a hard time. He's not always an angel, sometimes he's far from it,

but I think I know who he really is and sometimes why he acts the was he does it just makes me want to protect him.

Seth and I got really close after Dad died because we were still at home it hit us pretty hard because we had to deal with it every day. The others had separate lives with their own families and could be away from it. Seth and I were kind of a team. We would stay up late watching Boy Meets World, go shopping together, it was like having a built in best friend. Growing up is rough with a big brother. People would always say it'll get better when you get older and I never believed them. Now I do. I'm so proud to call him one of my very best friends. I love you, Brother!!