My Brother’s Keeper
Life has to end. But love doesn’t.
This is a story about death. It’s a story about grief. It’s a story about love. There’s no “how to” or “next steps”. Nothing to learn. Only something to possibly relate to. To feel less alone.
It’s been ten years. Ten years since my heart broke. Ten years since my soul shattered. Ten years since that fateful day.
Growing up my brother and I were like a lot of siblings. We loved each other dearly but also fought like cats and dogs. We were born 1 year and 4 days apart, but until the end, everyone always thought we were twins. And we may as well have been.
He would always try to outsmart me. It worked for a long time, and it drove me crazy. Until I wisened up and then beat him at his own game. That drove him crazy.
When I was 13 and my brother was 14, we were sent to boarding school. Our mother had MS (Multiple Sclerosis) and was deteriorating, although we didn’t know it at the time. Our parents never said so, but I think that was a major contributing factor to sending us away.
We didn’t love it. We were both bullied in different ways and struggled to make…
