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One year. It's been one year since I lost my older brother David. I've been pretty ill for the last few days and honestly that's been a hidden blessing. Between being ill and working I haven't had too much time to wallow in missing him.

In the year since we lost him, a lot has happened in my family. My little sister finished a year of college and started her mission papers. My brother finished law school and got a job. My older sister is expecting her second child. My other brother has almost finished a year tour for the military. I took the MCAT, got into medical school, and graduated from college.

Pretty amazing things actually when you stop for a moment and look at them. I'm sure there are plenty things I am forgetting. It is part of the human condition to have a shifty memory after all.

On my really bad days I am a doubting Thomas. On my excellent days, I feel him close to me.

Both are important I think. For they make up who I am.




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