My brother died. My life will not be the same, not because we spent a lot of time together or spoke to each other a lot, but because he’s always been there and now he’s not. The same sensation is true when I see the obituary of an athlete or actor from my youth. The feeling that something is gone from my life that cannot be replaced. Part of me dies too. Maybe it is we die by degrees.

JACK COEY

Keene