On this day in 1988, my brother Tom turned 18. It was his last birthday. It wasn’t much of a celebration though, as he was in the hospital, enduring the after-effects of his first round of chemotherapy. Today he would have turned 51. I often wonder what our lives would be like if he had survived the leukemia. But I do try to focus on the time we had together. He was a wonderful big brother. I will keep his memory alive until the day I die.
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