23 years ago, I lost my kid brother. He was in his early twenties. Full of life. An undergraduate, parties occurred around him. The runt of our litter. Understandably, therefore, his death was traumatic. I was old enough to have known him all his life — to have cared for and been worried about various aspects of him. Alas, his life was full of more trauma than my experience of his death was. For he suffered from sickle cell anaemia — and eventually died from complications…
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