A big brother
by Rebecca
My friend and coworker of ten years succumbed to cancer after six months of the diagnosis. He was only 45 years old. He was a big brother to me and coming to work was not even like a job. He made it fun, would tease me relentlessly and I could never stay in a bad mood when I was around him. He has been gone almost five months and I miss him so much. I think about him all the time. And lately have been really sad. He brought life to our hallways which now seem so empty. I am just going through the motions trying to get through the year.
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