“Women loved him, men wanted to be him..”
A line I wrote for my brother’s eulogy, March 17, 2008.
Ten years have passed since my brother died suddenly, and yet I cannot believe I’ve lived ten years of my life without him. You never come out the same way you went in when something like this happens. Time does make it infinitely easier. The sharpness is rarely experienced now, and the photos and memories make me laugh even more than I cry. But time also feels like an elastic band stretched too far or snapped abruptly and made short. It hasn’t been linear or chronological, but more like the jerking motion of a wooden roller coaster that sometimes goes backwards. The moments that take my breath away happen far less frequently and are always unexpected, but I know how to get through them now.
My brother Christopher Scott was just…
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