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Yesterday was my birthday, but I kept remembering my brother. He will never have another birthday. He will forever be 44, although I picture him best in his 20s.

I was driving I-75 in Oakland County, which I haven't done in that area since rushing to the hospital the day he died. Then, last night, I was watching a movie with a flat-line scene.

And I just sobbed.

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)