Me, in front of our fake fireplace. I was around 2 years old.
My older brother with a gift from Santa. He must have been around 8 or 9 here.
I was probably 7 and my brother 10. We were learning the words to Christmas carols.
My older brother with Santa.
He has been gone just days shy of a year. I cried as we took out the ornaments to put on our tree Saturday night. It feels like no time has passed. Somehow he is still gone.
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