The last time I saw my older brother Thomas was when he was in his casket. That was 1983. I was 18 and he was 20. He had a blue and red button down plaid shirt on that was tucked into his jeans; his face was embalmed and he looked so serene, so peaceful, so innocent....
Subscribe
I'd love to have you join me in the journey of our stories so please keep in touch by adding your email address here.
