August 18th. Today is my brother, Chuck's, birthday. He would have been 46. The only thing I care to write about today is my family, because it was my first though when I woke up. That's kind of how it goes when you lose someone, I've learned. The thoughts of them are often random and quite often still surreal. Chuck died on March 5th, totally unexpected, and life will never be the same. Chuck and I weren't especially close, he was the 3rd child and I'm the 8th in a family of nine. We had six and a half years and Anne, Dan, Tim and Steve living their lives in between us. What I did know of my brother was that he was a quiet man who liked to talk in a goofy voice. I know
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