Holding On to My Brother’s Memory

I grew up inseparable from my younger brother. We raced down the street, shared jokes, and stood by each other no matter what. We moved, thought, and laughed as one. When he was gone, my world lost its balance. At first, I felt sure he would return. But reality settled in, and memories that once comforted me began to ache. Still, I didn’t fall apart because God carried me through quiet moments of strength. His memory lives on in my laughter and in sudden reminders that he’s part of me. I believe he’s at peace and that our bond endures beyond this life. Until we meet again, I carry him with me.

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