My younger brother, death, and weird gratitude

Because love

I went to sleep at 11:30PM tonight. At 12:50AM the phone woke me. It was the police.

“I have bad news,” Sergeant Kaminsky said.

I sat up in bed and said with the kind of urgency and focus you reserve for getting through bad news quickly (but I already knew…), “What’s happened?

“Your brother has passed away.”

Oh shit.

Oh shit shit shit.

For the last two weeks …