hellojeff

I was 14 when my older brother died. He was 23. I'm 27 now and I still think about him every day. Some days I think about him more than others. Surprisingly, it's not the holidays that are the worst. It's the random moments when I'm driving to the store or some other mundane event wihen I really miss him.

hellojeff


Silver Turtle w/ her big bro in 1978