I woke to find him sitting across the room in my recliner. His face was solemn and distant. Though further along than me in mending fences with our father, he had born the brunt of his hostility over the years, never fully understanding why he was so unlovable. A sibling can’t fill the void that a parent leaves behind. I did the best I could. “You’re up early,” I commented, interrupting his thoughts. “Can you believe it? After all these years, we only have six months with him?” “Maybe more.” “Unlikely.” “You’ve never been the pessimist Tommy; don’t start now.” “I’m being a realist, Julia.” “That’s my role. You’re the pie in the sky, everything’s coming up roses, and God has a purpose type. Step off my territory.” Holding out my hand, I motioned for Tommy to come over. He lay down next to me, holding my hand as we always had as children, when we’d lie on our backs, staring up at the night sky. Gabe knocked on the door and slowly opened it to see if I was awake.
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