We were close in age, but not in temperament. He was mischievous, and I was often amazed at his audacity, his disregard of the rules. He was less concerned with fitting in than with doing his own thing. I admired that very much, but was too nervous to accept most of his invitations.
As we grew, I always wondered at how two kids, only a year apart and raised in the same home, could have such different childhoods. And how for some reason, his path led to a place of despair from which he did not return.
Sweet brother, we are all diminished by your passing. We grieve you still.