My brother is dead and I am still alive.
Sam Friedman
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Oh! So sorry. Empty space. Deafening silence. Memories. Life.

Scenes from life together — laughter, togetherness, maybe other choice memories — endlessly recalled for reviewing. His presence becomes palpable. But then, reality sets in. He will forever live on in your mind.

Empathize with you.

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