Everyone keeps telling me to be grateful. That I haven’t suffered the same fate as my brother. That I have had two extra decades of health to live and enjoy. As my husband puts it, “You’re the luckiest among the unlucky.”
In a quote attributed to the famous Sufi poet Rumi, “If you only say one prayer in a day, make it thank you.” I can’t explain why I get to live longer than my brother. Or why I got to enjoy two more decades than he did.
But for that and everything else, thank you.
