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Seven Lessons Learned from the Loss of My Brother

I have been quiet this summer. I searched for the words to share my experience with you, but they got stuck in my head, stilling my hands on the keys. There were no words that seemed worthy, only an ocean of feelings, with me floating, a tiny speck on the surface, at the mercy of the current. But every morning the invisible words appear again, dressed up as feelings, and they beat at my door. They pound my heart open. They ask me to write it. In June, my younger brother died. It was a quiet end to a dramatic life. That night, he drank too much, too fast. He fell asleep. He stopped breathing. He was gone. A graceful and merciful exit for an alcoholic. He was my first best friend, my constant

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