Over 20 years ago on this date my younger brother died in a house fire. He was about 30 years old at the time and left behind a young daughter that never got the chance to know her father. Because time passes, the dull ache gets pushed further back in my memory, but it never goes away completely. Of course it has a little more edge today. Somehow he deserves more, but I don't have anything else to say right now.
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