“We never told you two about Eddie. He looked just like your father when he was a baby.”
“He had a rare disease.” Mom paused for a moment or two and then blew air through her cheeks. “Eddie was only with us eighteen months. He died right before Jeremy was born.”
“Oh, Mom…” What else could I say? I knew nothing about this other brother—my oldest brother. There were no pictures. There were no home movies. Neither parent ever said a word about him. As far as I knew, there wasn’t even a grave site to visit.
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