So true. It will take me years to heal, and the grief process is painful enough without finding out how more important they thought my brother was.

I use the analogy of these scars I have on my knuckles on one hand. When I was about 4 I tripped and fell, scraping my fingers on the asphalt. The wounds were so deep I still have scars over 50 years later. They will always be there.

We say crap like blood is thicker than water and family is everything. In my case family was NOTHING. I don’t miss them because there was never a bond. It’s like they were never there. And I don’t call my brother “family”. He’s blood kin but no more. And deserves no acknowledgement of his existence from me as he has acted like an only child. Or a child period.



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