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

you here alone,” I said.

David’s eyes flicked up. “You can’t save me.”

“I’m not trying to be your savior,” I said. “I’m trying to be your brother.”

He stared at me like he didn’t know what to do with that role.

Because in our family, I’d been a symbol.

Not a person.

The Successful One. The Satellite. The story Mom told people so she could feel proud even continue reading …