Gary and I pushed to break free of our childhood and survived. Running from hell, we looked back and strained to reach for our brothers outstretched hands and tried to pull them along with us but from the tips of out fingers they slipped away as they stumbled and fell. Gary and I, even with the help of our lifelong mentor, Louise Hagan, couldn’t lift them up again. We watched as Daniel and David tried to rise up and grab onto us only to fall repeatedly because the weight of the memories were too heavy to bear.
