It was a year ago today that my younger brother died. I’ve spent the last 365 days wondering how this happened, and I still don’t have an answer. Everyone grieves in their own way. I grieve quietly, I suppose.

My son idolized Uncle Brandon. He would ask about him all the time. He always wanted to send him a video message through Facebook. And he loved getting a response back. He would just light up at the sound of Brandon’s voice calling him “Buddy,” or seeing Brandon’s face.