And you know what else gets me? My brother is spending every single second with my dad, because he says any moment could be his last.

ANY moment could be ANY of our last on earth. Call this catastrophic thinking, but I could suddenly hemorrhage, or get hit by a car on the way to the grocery store, or have a heart attack. I've been very, very good to my brother and would throw myself in front of a train for him. After my mom died, my dad continued to work on the west coast, leaving me to take care of my brother, and I guess I have never stopped feeling like I still do that. But right now I am feeling absolutely terrible about my place in this family.

Black sheep indeed.