Two old friends, reminisced over a glass of wine of the brothers we had lost. His died of a brain aneurysm, mine died of COVID — both gone way to early, leaving broken hearts in their wake.
His was a dedicated teacher, who changed the lives of inner city kids, and made their well being his life’s work. Mine was a doctor who made the ultimate sacrifice by giving his life for those that he worked to heal.
The world is a lesser place because of the passing of these good men. For us, our families and our lives will never be the same again, and the memories will have to suffice.
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