My Parents Died Before Graduation and I Thought No One Would Be There for Me — Then Two Hands Covered My Eyes From Behind
My older brother.
Six years older, which at my age had always felt like a generation — old enough that we had never quite been playmates, old enough that by the time I was really forming memories he was already halfway out the door.
Ethan had enlisted in the military right out of high school, hungry to get out into the world, to be somebody, to do the big important thing that our quiet town could not hold.
And he had gone, and the distance had done what distance does.