My Brother Yesterday — My Brother Today

Only the roles have changed

Image from the Dennstedt Family Archive

YESTERDAY

My first memory of my brother is not my memory. It comes from the snippet of a movie filmed by my dad shortly after I was born. There I am, plopped upon the bed, flopping like a fish just landed onto shore. My limbs are all too spastic and my head is too heavy for my neck. Sprawled right beside me, my brother…