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That's me in red with my two brothers. This photo was taken in our backyard, sometime in the mid-1970s. 

My younger brother Scotty died in February 2006. My older brother Rudy died exactly one year ago. 

I'm the only one left. 

I don't usually remember the dates when people die--I had to look up when my younger brother died--but with my older brother I don't think I'll ever forget. It will always be three days after Christmas. 

Dave and I took Rudy's truck out for a drive.  We went through the neighborhood where I grew up, past the house where we grew up and my grandmother's old house--strangers live in these places now-- and past the elementary school my brothers and I attended (which is now a construction site, the old school having been knocked down). 

We went by the burrito place where Dave and Rudy often stopped after their Saturday grocery runs. The place closed a few minutes before we got there though so we didn't get our burritos. 

We came home after. 

It was an unsettling day.