In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
No one will convince me that the goings-on in our childhood didn't impact my brother's life in such a way that will forever be difficult to come back from.
Part of surviving a short, unfortunate stint in county jail -- something unimagined in my safe, suburban middle class life -- came down to finding a safe path, a negotiated space of compromise.