I had twin brothers.  Past tense.  My mother allowed my paternal grandparents to adopt them when I was around 5 & they were 4.  I went to see them when I was a teenager.  That’s it.  I found out yesterday that the elder twin, Lynn, died 10 days ago most probably from complications of diabetes.  He died 10 days ago & I’m just now hearing of it.  My family is strange that way.  Ties are afterthoughts.  Emotions aren’t important.  Pain is the norm.

Because I had so little contact with them, I’m remembering him as a little boy.  To try to picture him as a grown man hurts too much.  I’m so very sad & grieving the loss of that little boy.  I remember being very protective of my twin brothers.  I remember loving them so much.  Then nothing.  Just silence forever more.  RIP my dear little brother whom I never knew.