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My brother Chris. I don’t even know where to begin. No words are truly adequate enough to honor him. He was my little brother. He hated being referred to as “little” though. And I think he was always taller than me after the 5th or 6th grade or so.
Me at 5’4”: How’s the weather up there?
Chris at 6’4”: Sunny & hot!
Me: Well, I’m enjoying the shade right here in your shadow.
Not All Shadows Are Bad
Chris not only cast a shadow on me because of his height; but he cast a shadow on my life. Even as the younger brother, he outshined me in every way. There are people in our hometown that didn’t even know he had an older sister until years later! For those who did know, I was “Chris’ sister.” That was my name.
Everything he touched turned to gold. I used to call him Midas. He hated it when I called him that.
We had sibling rivalry, I guess. We fought a lot when I was growing up. He put his foot through my hollow bedroom door once. He was ch…
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