Dear Mark,

There are days, like today, that I want to talk to you about.  I want to pour out the silliness and pain and new knowledge.  I want to hear how you made it through 24 hours.

Today, like all days now, I find myself waiting for you to call.  A simple “hello” or “hey, big brother” would do nicely.  Just once.

I recorded your voicemails to my archive.  And your voice will wait there for me. For days like today.

I love you, little brother.