On April 26th,1996, I lost my brother Sean. I lost my best friend. I was just 21 years old. With no heads up, just a sudden tragedy and a rug pulled from under. I changed as a person. I joined this circle of just understanding. No words. Just listening.

All I was left with was memories. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of him and his infectious smile. I’m all grown-up now – married, with my own family, and I relive my memories by watching the relationship between my son and daughter. Their growing pains, playing, fighting and laughter remind me of Sean and I when we were kids. The bond between siblings is unique.

I am lucky to have shared so many wonderful years with Sean, and I hold him close to my heart every day.

– Shannon Russo-Pollack