A Life Less Painful

My brother died the third of October, 1993. Or maybe he died the day after, on the fourth of October. Does the date really matter?

Death is death. It awaits us all.

My brother, whose name was Jesper, died at the age of twenty-six, someday in October, somewhere in Denmark.

Read the rest of the essay in the Foliate Oak Literary Magazine

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