chapter  6
18 Pages

Surviving the Loss of My Brother

Arthur, my oldest sibling, was born in 1937. Thirteen years older than I, he was more

like a caring and dependable uncle than a brother. Judi weighed only three pounds

when she was born in 1948. She seemed fragile as a child and was easily moved to

tears. I saw her sensitivity as both her most outstanding characteristic and her most

problematic one. She and I slept in the same room and argued constantly about when

to turn out the light, who had worn the other’s clothes without asking, and whose turn

it was to dry the dishes. Coping with a younger, competitive, and less sensitive sister

who made top grades and excelled in sports could not have been easy. I was born in

1950, then Rex in 1952.