Brother Billy

above:  a photo of me and my (half)brother Billy when I was a kid

I had a brother, from my Dad's first marriage.  We didn't grow up together, but he came up to Alaska when I was a kid, a few different times.  He was 11 years older than I.  He had been separated from the family for a bit, so I saved up money by working two jobs after high school, and as an 18 year old, I moved to the South of the USA to find him.  I got a place to stay, and I searched for him and found him.

He welcomed me with open arms, when I finally did find him, following a clue that led me to walking house to house.  We remained close until his murder around 2011.  It wasn't officially declared a murder, it is an unsolved mystery in St. Louis, Missouri. He did tell me about it in a dream, not too long afterwards. He had a glowing body, a bright glowing yellow body in that dream.

I still miss my brother and have many fond memories of him back in the 90's.  He helped me buy my first car.  We went on a cross country adventure together.  When I get to know people, and they let me know they have lost a sibling, I can empathize, because of my own sharp loss.