Ultimately, it's the long-term effects. .
. . . It’s never knowing, yet fearing that I know all too well, what those final moments must have been like.
. . . It’s constantly visualizing myself in his place that night, moment by excruciating moment.
. . . It’s realizing that I will never ever get the chance to talk to my brother.
. . . It’s living the rest of my life with the fact that my brother suffered one of… Continue