"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

Memories rise from so long ago.

Memories of Jay strumming on his guitar while we sang together. I think there is a magical ✨️ “thing” that happens when siblings sing together. Something intangible and incredible happens when siblings unite in melodies.

Sibling’s voices are automatically geared for perfect harmony. Something about singing with Jay was so wholesome and so pure that it made my spirit rejoice.

I miss being able to sing with my brother very much.

I can’t remember how often my Dad heard us…we sang a lot at home when Dad was away at work.

I wonder if we will ever be heard again.

Something about not knowing if I’ll ever sing with my brother again is so deeply painful that I don’t have the words for it.