brothers
raze
i
had
a
dream
his
body
held
a
bomb
that
readied
itself
to
blow
up
the
whole
world
.
he's
the
last
person
who
would
want
to
kill
anyone
.
but
there's
usually
truth
buried
in
even
the
most
outlandish
dreams
.
something
true
was
hidden
in
that
one
too
.
i'll
always
be
mystified
by
how
little
life
seemed
to
mean
to
him
for
so
long
.
he
was
cracking
jokes
at
his
wife's
funeral
.
and
he
loved
her
more
than
anything
.
we
found
a
picture
of
their
mother
he'd
never
seen
before
.
had
it
blown
up
and
retouched
and
framed
.
when
we
surprised
him
with
it
on
his
birthday
,
he
was
so
underwhelmed
i
had
to
hold
myself
back
from
grabbing
his
hand
to
see
if
he
still
had
a
pulse
.
i
guess
we
all
grieve
in
our
own
way
.
but
i
couldn't
do
that
.
if
i
lost
someone
who
meant
that
much
to
me
—
if
i
had
a
mother
half
as
good
as
his
and
the
bottle
took
her
away
—
i
would
be
shattered
.
and
nothing
would
ever
make
me
whole
again
.
my
dad
sent
him
a
message
saying
how
sorry
he
was
to
hear
about
the
death
of
his
friend
.
his
response
was
a
thumbs-up emoji.
now
they
go
for
breakfast
every
two
or
three
sundays
and
talk
. "
it's
the
closest
we've
been
in
years
,"
my
dad
said
. "
and
all
it
took
was
one
of
us
finding
our
best
friend
dead
on
the
bathroom
floor
."
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