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My brother John died of AIDS in 1991 at the age of forty. The most surprising thing I learned as I began to write about him was that you can’t describe your brother without describing yourself. And that can be uncomfortable, especially if you are a heterosexual, practicing Mormon.

For 25 years I returned, obsessively, to what I began to call "fraternal meditations."

 

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