I’ve lost my brother. Now what?

Mourning doesn’t always come after someone has passed. Sometimes it happens smack dab in the middle of living.

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My little brother was finally here.

We felt the same way.

Portrait of the author and her brother.
Portrait of the author and her brother.
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He drove me crazy and made me laugh hysterically. I was his biggest fan, and his harshest critic.

After that, he never quite recovered.

It didn’t take long before he was on the street full time.

Sometimes he calls when he’s bored. Other times he’s outraged. The hardest calls are when he’s scared and lonely.

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I hope he knows that.

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