Yesterday was my brother’s birthday. He would have been 51 years old. #cancersucks
I often think about how different life would be if he were still alive. Would he be married? Have children? Grandchildren? Time will never tell.
What I do know is that I miss him terribly. I think of him often. He’s never far from my thoughts. His name continues to be in my prayers.
The times we shared together exist in my memory, and my memory alone. Our childhood experiences were the same. Sometimes I feel alone, not being able to talk to him about things. In my gut, I believe he’s still with me, so I talk to him just the same.
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