The warning signs came too late to save my brother

Photo by Moryt Milo

My brother believed in the mystical. He believed in numerology and the tarot. He combined numbers when he bought a lottery ticket. He saw signs everywhere — birthdays, anniversaries, milestones — and twisted them every which way to beat the odds.

Sometimes he succeeded, but in the end, he drained his savings and took his life on a day that summed to the number 16. In the tarot…