His summer-brown smile haunts me. I sense him now, unlike before, he is closer to me. He is gone.
by Christopher Jug George
My brother Jimmy is named after my Uncle Jim. When I was a kid I thought I had a bunch of uncles and aunts. I eventually found out they were all greats so I didn’t know any of them very long. I have known my brother forever. He made it a point to save my life.