: About Me

I remember thinking how much my brother resembled my mother the last day I ever saw him. He didn't look like himself but he looked really familiar to me. The I realized that he had grown so thin and wan that he looked a great deal like our mother. Far more so, I can say now, than any of us other kids, and I think he knew that. It wasn't like he could help it and probably wasn't too bothered by it at the end of his life anyways. He was thinned by disease, a cancer of the throat, and the jovially grouchy brother I knew to mow an acre of grass with a push mower without stopping looked like he...