My brother

I don't know exactly why, but I am thinking about my brother Billy a lot this morning. It is always sad when a man in his mid 40s dies, we tend to think that is too young to die. But this is not what saddens me this morning. What saddens me is that all that he was, all the energy and humor and intelligence, never quite found its place in the world. Perhaps it would have more easily, in a place like Iceland.

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