I Loved My Brother More Than I Loved Myself

I miss him more every day

One of the biggest regrets of my life was not being able to attend my brother’s funeral. Two weeks before I was to start my life over in the Philippines, he died in his sleep. All the money I had was in a non-refundable plane ticket, tucked in a pocket of my laptop bag.

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Jason Weiland

Jason Weiland

Personal essays with a good dose of blogging expertise thrown in— jasonjamesweiland@gmail.com