An angel atop a white marble headstone caught my eye, and I hurried toward it. I crouched beside the tiny grave and placed the flowers in the small vase at the base of the headstone.
“Happy birthday, Caleb.”
I never knew what to feel when I visited his grave. How do you grieve someone you’d never known? The sadness that filled me when I looked at his headstone was for the life I could have had if Caleb had lived. Was that selfish? My life had been a happy one, but I often wondered how it would have been if my brother hadn’t died. What would he have been like? Would he and I be close? Would he be away at college now or following in our parents’ footsteps? I had so many questions I’d never know the answers to.
“I wish you were here. I could really use my older brother right now.” The word
