richard abate


Losing my brother


Twenty years ago, on May 25, my brother Bill was murdered. It seems like taking to Facebook has become a small ritual of remembrance for me and my family and his friends. Because it is a whole-number anniversary and because of events in Connecticut this past year, it all feels so much closer than the two decades would indicate.


Losing my brother


Twenty years ago, on May 25, my brother Bill was murdered. It seems like taking to Facebook has become a small ritual of remembrance for me and my family and his friends. Because it is a whole-number anniversary and because of events in Connecticut this past year, it all feels so much closer than the two decades would indicate.