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