I would, maybe should, have had an older brother but he was still born before my birth. My parents never talked about him only the occasional mention about his name. Does it sound silly to say I have always had a sense that someone is missing from my life? I have no idea where he was buried, it’s a deep sadness.
I’m horrified at Steve Whikoff’s remark
Whatever happened to polo necks?
for all of you grieving.
