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  • We are burying my brother on August 11, a year after he died. He was the sunniest, smiliest little boy I ever knew, although I can't remember the last time I saw his real smile. I felt like I did everything I could to help him get off the destructive path he had been on for many, many years. And, then I tried and tried to let him go, preparing myself for the inevitable and kidding myself that it wouldn't hurt so much when it happened. It hurts and I'm still not ready to let him go.
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