To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
Jack, we grew up together, sharing so many experiences, each of us from vastly different perspectives. We were as different as night and day in so many respects. As kids, those differences often kept us apart. But as we grew, we found that they helped make us both whole.
I will always love you, Brother.