It has been a year since your life was so rudely and abruptly cut short, my dear little brother. I say hello to you when I come down the basement stairs. Your Blues Brothers tee shirt keeps me company in my office. Sometimes I'm a little angry with you for not being here to help with Mom. But I get over it just as quickly as the thought occurs to me. You were the baby of the family but somehow you took care of things. I miss you terribly and still feel as though I ought to be able to pick up the phone and talk to you. About anything. Or nothing at all. I'm not dead, so I must be stronger. I love you. And because so many loved you so well, I'm certain your soul is at rest.
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