On this bright, chill day I think of you. Of a day we sat in the sun warming our hands on cups of coffee watching self-important people go by. Of how you smiled and said, “This is the best coffee I’ve ever had.” Of how I bought you another because you had so few pleasures in your life. Of your embarrassment about not belonging there. I said that you did belong because you were my brother. I look at your picture, so serious and sad, and wish I could buy you another cup of coffee just to see you smile again.


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...beautiful, sweet, loving, and sad. So much there in so few words. Much love to you.
Thank you for this.
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