Today my baby brother would be turning 21.
|This a photo of me, holding Ian at the Hospital the day after he was born.|
Only on January 1st 2009 he shot himself and died.
It's really hard loosing a brother to a suicide. Simple questions like "how many siblings do you have?" are now really difficult to answer. Sometimes it feels like it would be easier to re-write the story of my childhood. Only tell the stories about my sisters. Never talk about the brother that I lost.
But then my kids are ugly to each other. They say words I hope they really don't mean and I tell them, with tears in my eyes, about the importance of family and how special each sibling is in a family.