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.