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Dear Younger Brothers,
I’m moving “home” for six months to be with you. Home is a place that I’m not sure really exists anymore. The house we grew up in is ash. Harvey, too. Mom is gone. Dad is different. And so are we…
But nevertheless, I’m moving closer to you. To be with you more. And to show you how much I love you, instead of just texting you those words.
You are the two greatest blessings of my life.
I couldn’t be prouder of the men you are becoming. Despite whatever value disagreements we have, despite whatever conflict unfolds, I want you to know that. That I’m proud of you. And I love you.
And I am sorry. For failing to show up and be the sister I could and should have been. There is no excuse for this — not even grief.
Life has been hard on you both so far. At varying degrees and in due time, adversity, pain, and loss plague us all. It came earlier for you than most, but that doesn’t change a thing. You’ve faired well. Some of us bend, some of us break in the face of this kind of pain. No matter what anyone says, you are both are bending. That is something we all can be grateful for.
The beauty of all this is that now you know — at a very deep level— that you can make it through anything.
