As I said at the start of the year, it’s a year of commemorating anniversaries. Today is the twentieth anniversary of my brother’s passing; he was 41 when he stepped into eternity.
It’s still difficult to really write about this. And it’s not because I’m “blaming God” either. Most of the disasters that befell my family were of purely human invention; in any case, we were brought up to consider blaming anyone else for anything to be whining.
Fortunately I’ve dealt with things about the last year of his life elsewhere; you can read about them here:
2 Replies to “My Brother's Passing, Twenty Years Out”
God bless you and your brother.