Aug 6, 2019
7 min read
What Love Means After My Brother’s Suicide
After losing my brother, I learned to rethink love
When I was five years old and on a family vacation in Hawaii, my older brother Adam and I missed our sweet Sheltie dog, Charlie, so much that we refused to leave the hotel room. We were sneaky little masterminds and we had come up with a clever way to resolve our pining: We would stay right there inside our…
