Brother

He's never left me behind

If time does as I expect it to, nobody will know me longer than my brother.

We shared a bedroom as boys. I can remember when we had bed blankets that looked like antique cars, we’d imagine we were racing, or driving somewhere important. I remember when my parents moved into their new bedroom in the new addition to the house and we each finally got our own rooms—something we thought would feel like independence, but it mostly just changed the distance between us.

Even then, I still found myself in his room. Listening to music. Talking—mostly about hunting, school, and Boy Scouts. Sometimes about girls, though not often enough to make either of us more successful in that area at the time.