On January 29, my older brother would have turned 32. It's been 18 and a half years since he passed away. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I used to pray every night that I would never forget him. I never will. Even so, it's important for me to look at pictures of him to prove to myself that he existed, and that my memories aren't half-forgotten dreams.
This pic shows 3 of us kids out of 5: Daniel, me, and G.
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