Just saw a tragic story on twitter. Someone just lost their son. My response.
My parents lost a son, they found a way to move forward. They suffered but went on to raise 4 children that came later. My life is doubly important to me - I feel I am living for two people. In my darkest hours, I never gave up - all for my brother, Anthony. I live for him.
I am posting this because I am hoping that it will help someone else. We are here to lift each other up.
