an end, a beginning


On July 3rd, 2016, my brother posted a photo on Facebook. The photo is actually a collage of three photos. The top left is a long shot of the pages of his handwritten book strewn about the floor, the top right is a close up of page numbers 467 and 493, and the bottom is a close up shot of the title, A Year Ago on the 4th of July.


With that photo, he wrote the following accompanying caption:



I’ve heard that a good way to quit smoking is to make a social media post saying as much. I wonder if I can start doing something, using the same logic of accountability? These are pictures of the book that I wrote while I was gone, 493 handwritten pages that I now have to type up and edit. I’ve been a bit negligent in getting started, but given the title of the book, I’d say there is no time like the present. Keep me accountable everyone! If you see me, ask me how it’s coming. With a little hard work and some luck, we all might get the chance to read it in print!
#writingismyhustle



He died exactly one year later, on July 3rd, 2017.

He never typed and edited his book, so I am doing it for him.

This is my story of telling my brother’s story.




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