My brother Brad has a strong mind. He can still picture his POV from the crib. He recalls not understanding the words being spoken to him. Perhaps my parents had thick Southern drawls.
He remembers our father more clearly than I do. What if feels like to be a family. He witnesses two people he loves fall out of love. Understanding their decisions lurches him out of childhood. He is aware of what we have versus what we lose. He will always miss it.