I always wondered what had happened to my missing brother. Could I ever forgive my father for driving him away? | Siblings
One morning in March 1995, my father and I were having coffee at the kitchen table when somehow the conversation deviated to my brother Marshall. As always, I had questions. “He was tall for his age,” my father said, gazing at the memory of his estranged son, as if he was standing beside us in the kitchen. “At … Read more