When my brother died, I felt I'd let him down, and that was all mixed up because I also felt mad and sad and shocked. How could I be mad at him, how f-ing selfish was I. Today it has been 4 years since I got that horrible phone call. My dear hiking buddy, fly-fisherman provider of trout dinners, beautiful, introspective yet gregarious blues piano playing brother: I miss you so much. I hope you're peaceful and joyful at a creek in the mountains of heaven.
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