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Little Boy Lost

This is long.

My brother died of cancer in 2002, when he was 20 years old. (If any of that is triggering for you, please don’t┬ákeep reading.)

I’ve spent the last 14 years basically existing in the same state of suspended grief that I settled into about 6 months after his death. It hurt to think about him, so I didn’t think about him.

Then my cat died. And maybe that seems like a weird trigger, but all of a sudden I couldn’t keep all my grief packed away anymore.

Anyway, here’s a thing I wrote just after he died. It was published in a modified form in my hometown weekly newspaper, but this is the original version.

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