The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

the day I left our small town, I made sure to send a check for $2,000 every single month to my younger brother, David, who stayed behind to live with Mom.

In my head, I was the “Good Son.” I told myself, “Because of me, they don’t worry about bills.” “Because of my hard-earned money, Mom eats organic.” “I am the provider.”

When we got back to the house continue reading …