I was officially older than Vinny on Dave’s birthday December 3, 2009 or right around then. He is exactly 1 year, four months and 27 days older than I… or so he used to be. It was our little fight. Now that I am 33 and he was 32 when he went home, does that mean I am the oldest now? I am not the first to outlive an older sibling who went home at a young age. I like getting older, it’s just a strange moment in the little personal history of me.
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