Look forward, young man

My brother is dead	dasein	Excerpts from a collection of letters to my future self	How did I get here, Sarah?
His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.	Take This, Brother, May It Serve You Well	one kid against the fence, scuffed shoes, probably a trumpet case at his feet	Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
Stages of Grief	Chase	me, now and again	Aspirations in the past and future tense
Helping your kid brother die	Werner Kern	watching headlights roll by, maybe you noticed one, swept by a little too slow	a mother forgotten
O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High	I had a brother, once	I still miss you, now and then. You'll never know.	though they could speak and had beautiful voices
Throne for a Loss	The Moon and the Yew Tree	(prayer for the departed)	Go West Young Man

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