Today is the second anniversary of my brother Donald’s death. I really miss him. Out of my three siblings, he and my sister Julie, are the ones I connected with the best.
I know that he’s all right though. I dream about him sometimes, and I think that’s his way of telling me that he’s alright.
R.I.P. Donald, I miss you.
I know that he’s all right though. I dream about him sometimes, and I think that’s his way of telling me that he’s alright.
R.I.P. Donald, I miss you.
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