� sorrowful refrain � 2008-03-17 � 10:09 p.m. �

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I always remember this night as the last night of my brother's life... at least the brother I grew up with.

I think about that boy... the way the sea of his blue eyes would gleam in the sun of golden hair.... He had a smile about his face that never left and a laugh that brought us together every evening at dinner. He knew joy and beauty and stability. He knew who he was like any cocky boy in his teens... he had it all sussed out. His grand plan for success...

In the midst of the afternoon sun, in a glare that was neither above or below him... in one dying breath... that boy went away.

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