A letter to my brother as I get my youngest daughter to sleep.

Setting the Stage

On May 1, 1992, my seven-year-old brother was crossing the street to get the mail. He stepped off of the school bus, crossed the road, and was hit by a pick-up truck. He did not live. I was three weeks away from my 13th birthday. This is how I started my grief journey in the loss of a sibling.