I've always wondered what it would be like to have a big brother. I've always wished for one to be "over protective of me," always looking for me. I've even tried to have older male friends replace that desire by being big brother-ish.
I actually do have a big brother. This is him. Only his name is Scott. He was born June 7, 1982. He lived to 23 days.
9.11.07
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Ok CJ I can hardly type this comment because I'm crying so hard.
Simply Amazing!
Eliot had what?
(I can't decipher the narrator's american accent.)
Michael:
Trisomy 18 or Edwards Syndrome (check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwards_syndrome for more info)
Catherine
He did look out for you. He made Dad and I better parents by showing us what's really important. LOVE
Mom
Sweetie, that was an amazing story and I'm crying my eyes out! I didn't know what happened with Scott, it's nice to know the story. Love you! thank you for sharing!
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