Losing my brother, and sharing a night with death at its onset and its reckoning, wrenched me...its aftermath does too, especially.
Especially the aftermath because with each day after, I am separated that much more by his last day. That it's now his death that ages instead of his life leaves it nearly unbearable.
So painfully and plain to see, but were it not for his exuberance for life; and mine for his.
Kieron Go Bragh
PS: April's 4th and 6th marks the birth dates of mine and Patrick's, respectively. One April 4th Kieron Patrick bought me a white polo shirt that I wore all spring with pride. Rest assured Patrick will be wearing a new white polo to school next Wednesday.
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