Category: Memories of my brother

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Faith

My Brother Greg

I’ve been thinking a lot about my brother Greg lately. My parents’ son. So many peoples’ friend. The years since the car accident that took him from us have added up to more than I wish to count, but numbers don’t always correspond with experience. Sometimes I feel he is closer today than he was ten, even fifteen, years ago. Memory can be precious like that. It doesn’t age.

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Faith

My Brother Greg

I’ve been thinking a lot about my brother Greg lately. My parents’ son. So many peoples’ friend. The years since the car accident that took him from us have added up to more than I wish to count, but numbers don’t always correspond with experience. Sometimes I feel he is closer today than he was ten, even fifteen, years ago. Memory can be precious like that. It doesn’t age.

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