Dear big brother,

I am not ready. I am not ready to stand alone on the world’s edge without my darling brother Donald. I am not ready not to have brunch with him at Victor’s, where I am always late and he is  always rolling his eyes. I am not ready not to go to the Hollywood Bowl with him and Carl and Tim this summer. I am not ready to not hear his voice on the phone. I am not ready to not see him at Landis at his desk. I am not ready to not see him at art openings and say with great pride, “this is my big brother” to any who will hear. Donald, I am just not ready.  When can I be ready?  Donald, I am just really not ready.

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One Response to Dear big brother,

  1. I am so sad. How could this be? I remember Donald because he was so funny, so smart, such a wonderful artist, such a beautiful man and he had a lot of flannel shirts.

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