Through a series of medical misfortunes, my brother didn't make it to our birthday, but I did. I've spent quite a while looking for what happened to him and stumbled across this wonderful resource.
I always thought of running into my twin brother at some point in my life, maybe at a sports stadium where we get confused for each other, or something to that effect. I always worried that maybe he was switched and he led this wonderful life, and that he wasn't really gone but it was all a lie or a big misunderstanding.
This brings it home for me - this closes the open loop. But at least we know now where you are, brother. Resting among many, resting in our old city. Even though it may seem it, you were NEVER forgotten. You are ALWAYS thought of.
Our parents were very young when I was born and it was discovered that you didn't make it. They had no idea what to do or how to handle the news, and life wasn't going to stop until they figured it out, so at the suggestion of a few people they trusted, the city took custody of your remains and you ended up there. The fact that you are there doesnt mean you didnt come from a family that was ready to love you, accept you, care for you. They shouldn't be blamed - they were shocked.
I never got to play with you, never got to talk to you, to share with you, to fight with you. Never got to laugh with you, cry with you, I never got to talk to you or listen - but I sure miss you.
Let me fill you in on what you've missed: We have a sister, and she is awesome, intelligent and beautiful. She is everything a young woman should be and more. Just graduated college and has her entire life ahead. We expect great things.
You have a sister in law, my wife, who is an incredible friend to me and mother to our kids. Yes, you have a nephew and niece, and they look just like me, which means they look just like you.
Wish you were around so I can keep telling you everything, but at least I know where you are.