Always His Baby
When I was born, my brother David was already in junior high: a 12-year-old boy with glasses, gap teeth, and a sort-of-shag…
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Exit / Salida
I hate to fly, but I love to see other places, so planes are a necessary evil. Things had been rough both…
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Staying Inspired
It’s my brother’s birthday again, the day each year when I marvel at what age he would be if he hadn’t died…
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The Empty Seat at the Holiday Table
When the holidays are approaching and festivities are being planned, for families who have lost a member — which is a lot…
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Worldwide Bereaved Siblings Month
Today is Día de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, which I’ve written about before because I find it so beautiful…
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Keeping Count
Every year on this day, I celebrate the fact my big brother was born. And I mourn the fact that he isn’t…
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Congratulations! I’m sorry.
Sometimes it feels like everything that ever happened to me has compounded. As if the addition of all my life’s wins and…
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The Trouble with Memories
You know it’s been a long time when you think it is the 15th anniversary of a death and then realize, counting…
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When the dead walk among us
It’s just past Halloween, and we’ve finished All Souls Day on the Christian calendar, a time to commemorate our departed ones. Now…
