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I've always wondered how would life be, if my brother was still with us.

The kids would be so blessed and happy with their favourite uncle. No offence to my elder brother who is constantly buried in work.

I wonder how much better my dad's health would be without having to go through all that trauma and pain. How mom would be happy with her favourite filial child to ferry her everywhere.

But this is life. There is no do over. My brother is gone and my memory is fading. At least I'd always remember what a wonderful son, uncle, brother and friend he was.



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