I'm writing this a few days after losing my brother. I'm writing it because I don't fully understand what I'm feeling yet, and I think that's exactly why I need to write it. My brother was younger than me by five years. And for most of our adult lives, we lived on opposite sides of the world. He stayed in Canada. I built my life in Australia. Twenty With love mon petit frere years of distance, of calls and messages, of loving someone across an ocean. And yet the moment I hear