I don't know that it's necessarily my favorite memory, but certainly a good one. I have very few solid memories of my brother. He died of cancer when I was 5; he was 7. I think a lot of my memories are associated with pictures and I've probably created them based on the pictures, or recreated them, or maybe they are real memories... who knows. BUT, there's no picture of this: I vividly remember laying at opposite ends of the couch while he tried to teach me how to blink. So here's a cute little guy winking.
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