My brother Mike died after being shot. 16 years later I now find myself wishing I could tell him about something, ask him a question, or just let him know what my life is like now. So...I'm writing him some letters.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Gone But Not Forgotten
Dear Mike,
It's been 19 years and a day since you died. I didn't forget
yesterday, just busy with my life that is finally slowing down a little.
It's still sad.
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