I love my brother.
Go here and read the comment he (Elliot) left on my last post.
I had forgotten that story. I carried his 'soul' with me for 6 months. I guess that IS why I don't remember being cold. I knew I had family that loved me no matter where I found myself. It is hard to be cold when you are surrounded by so much love.
I missd his high school graduation because I was living overseas. (Which is something that still pains me a bit.) Yet he still loved me enough to send his soul with me. I guess that explains his deviant behavior during his senior year.