My brother died 8
years ago today. He was my only sibling.
Sometimes I can hardly remember him. He
was older and when we were growing up little sisters were not important in the
big scheme of things so I did not know him well.
As I dealt with his
belongings after we scattered his ashes I found
a man I wish I had known better. AT THE END OF THE DAY...Sometimes I still miss
him.
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