My Brother
Nothing is as loud as grief. In your ears, in your mind’s eye, when you try to settle.
I love you. I miss you.
Rosie made this for you, because you asked her to, and you forgot to bring it home. Every second I look at it I just want you to hold it and have it. It is the kind of thing you would deeply treasure, it would never be just paper and wax.
You were more loved than you will ever get to know.
I love you.
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