A sad cloud forms over my brain…I didn’t call my brother too often; he was as taciturn over the phone as he would be witty and mordant off it. But once in a while, I would call and we would exchange some cursory chitchat. And I miss that…

I try to cheer myself up with old memories, and the echo of his laughter in his very happy, sunny childhood does the trick.

Laughter IS the best medicine.

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