Well, today my oldest brother passed away at the age of 56. We didn't get along very well the last couple of years. In fact I think we only spoke a few times to each other in the last 10/15 years.
This past summer I had taken our mother over to his house. I had even gave him a hug and told him that I love him. I feel very guilty that I didn't do more or make an effort to fix our relationship. Things would never have been perfect, but he was still my brother.
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