it's always tough saying goodbye to someone that you love. my older brother left to go fight in iraq when i was 12 years old.
for context, i didn't meet my older brother until i was about 5 years old. he lived in guatemala and came to the US later in life.
it was hard seeing my older brother go considering he had only been in my life for such a short period of time.
i remember writing to him in middle school. i remember seeing friends with their older brothers and how i wish i could spend my summer with my brother.
i also remember opening the book "hatchet" and on the back of the first page, you would have to write your name when you checked out a book in the library. i'll never forget seeing his name on my copy - it was really crazy.