I have discovered being parentless and a sole surviving sibling is that life seems different when you are the only one who remembers family events and stories. This includes my feelings about “stuff.”
The Last Living Child of My Parents
I wrote much of this post in July 2015: I spent a lot of the day with my brother, Jim, reading prayers he liked (Psalms), ones I like (Buddhist), telling him I love him, talking to him about family, telling him his love for me was always something I cherished, that we would make sure […]