Dedicated to my little brother, who I desperately need to come back and be my editor.
My parents were fortunate enough to grow up in households having more than one sibling. My parents are fortunate to still have a great relationship with their siblings.
Even though I have one sibling, I am just as fortunate.
My mother always tells my brother and me that we are all each other have. When I was younger I didn’t understand. We would grow up, marry our respective spouses, have kids, and be as close as my immediate family is with my parents’ families.
Then my grandmother passed away and I understood.
In which there may be no greater a love–no stronger a love–than the love shared between siblings.