My Brother Died When He Was 20 and I’ve Struggled as a Mom

For me, the middle-of-the-night knock on the door was actually a 3:30 a.m. phone call from a police officer trying to locate my parents (who were out of town and unreachable). He told me that my 20-year-old brother Nathan – the most kind, handsome, and all-around wonderful person I’ve ever known – had been killed…

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