On Labor Day September 7, 2009, my younger brother died from a long illness. Although his passing was not unexpected, it is hard to accept. Losing a parent is one thing, but losing a sibling is another. It is a hard pill to swallow. My heart is saddened, yet there is a part of me that doesn't quite believe it. I tried to write it down, but as of yet, I am at a loss for words.
My brother was funny, moody, generous and at times, a royal pain, but I loved him and I will miss him. He was only 56 years-old. He had two children and five grandchildren.
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