How Will I Breathe? Where did he go, this brother of mine? Strong with his opinions, his voice, his presence. In his place, a mere shadow, not even a good likeness. And yet, when I look deeply into weary eyes, I see the one who shared my life for all my life.
My brother passed away Everything has changed. My brother passed away suddenly a few days before Christmas. He was in his thirties. He was born with Cystic Fibrosis, and four years ago, had a double lung transplant. We always knew time with him was precious, but everything seemed normal. It was a heart attack. I always