I started reliving what it was like bringing Sam and Maggie home from his place and having the horse trailer have a blow-out on a fog-bound mountain road. I remembered being so filled with grief and frustration and anger that year, with having cared for Mom through the brain tumor, and then having Tommy die too—and it all came back right in the middle of the night with such power and detail it woke me up for good. I went and got my first journal, the one I’d never intended to start, but did, right after Tommy’s funeral—and reading that, while Alan slept on his side, breathing softly beside me, I realized even more than I had then how much Alan had helped me see how I’d been choosing to react. Tommy had always been more than an older brother. He helped me grow up my whole life, especially after Dad died so young. Then worrying about him all through the war too, made him mean more to me than most brothers probably do.
What do You think about Behind The Bonehouse (2016)?
