Forever Kept in the Vault of  My Heart As of this writing, James and I last spoke 8,035 days ago.  This anniversary of September 11th 2001 marks the tragic last day that I heard the sound of my brother’s voice.  At the time, I truly believed that my heart held all the love that it could possibly hold over my lifetime. But I was wrong. Twenty-two years of missing James has increased the love I have for him beyond measure.  Years have shown me what it means to suddenly lose a cherished sibling in the horrific way that 9/11 families did.  Losing him forever changed my own place in the world.  The bond that siblings hold for each other shapes the life of the whole family. That is what love simply does.  When one is lost, all are lost. As brother and sister, James and I…