Sibling: noun. each of two or more children or offspring having one or both parents in common; a brother or sister.
Michael was a childhood love. He was bright blue eyes and an infectious laugh. He was a gentle hug and plenty of mischief.
Michael was a childhood love. He was a game of lava on our swing set, an old school Nintendo teammate in the living room, and a playful “You’re going down” at the start of a Mario Kart race.
Michael was a childhood love. He was my camping companion, a fish in the water, and a “Let me put that worm on the hook for you.”
Michael was a childhood love. He was a cruise in my ’93 Buick, a simultaneous eye roll at mom and dad, and a competitive game of Scrabble.
Michael was a childhood love. He was an annoying little brother yet a sincere apology when he did me wrong.
Michael was a childhood love. He was a piece of my heart and a reoccurring worry in my mind. His love was fierce and his life was hard.
On November 12th, I experienced the loss of my one and only sibling. I lost my brother – my childhood favorite. While I cannot recreate that same joy, I hold it in my heart, right next to my sorrow.
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