Sibling grief is like losing a witness who knew the first draft of you. I still start stories in my head with your name attached. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways.
The Wall
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