Love you, bro!
To my baby brother about whom I’ve just learned after 45 years. Mom felt so much guilt and shame about her decision she couldn’t tell me about you all these years. I also feel bad because she says she did it because she felt she couldn’t handle another one. I’m sure it would have been more fun growing up with you. Your nephew and niece would sometimes fight over small things, but it’s so obvious they love and like each other a lot. We would have made a great team as well. At the right time, I’ll tell them about you and to expect to meet you at the resurrection. Love you, bro!