Today would have been my brother’s 26th birthday. But he died 11 years ago, when he was 15. Leukemia took his life and cut it short. I still miss him. We were really close. I was there when he breathed his last. I was there during those almost six tough months of chemo sessions. It was really hard for me. But knowing in my heart that at least he wouldn’t be suffering anymore eased the grief a bit.

He wanted to be an engineer. He had this essay where he wrote and drawn his plans after college. I cried so hard when I read that. He would have been a great brother, especially during the rough days when I was embroiled in one problem over another…

There are so many what if, what might have beens in my life. And my brother is one of those.