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My journey in appreciation

My brother was 24 when he died, I was 14. Some of the best and clearest memories I have of him were he and I  hanging out in his room, reading about the adventures the x men or the new mutants.

I never really caught the comic book bug because the memories I have when I look at a comic books are so full of longing, it overpowers everything else. I remember the day i was told he was gone, i was on my way home from school, riding the bus, fantasizing that i would open the door and he would be standing there ready to give me a big hug and how i would look up at him and tell him (jokingly of course because he was indestructable) that he had better go ahead and make out a will that said I could have all of his comics just in case he ever went missing again. 28 years later I still have all those boxes of comics. They are all i have left of him. I have taken good care of them, but I cant love them, and I want to. I want wo look at them and feel the excitement i know he must have felt. The feeling i once had when i looked at them. I know that if anyone can help me rediscover that feeling again, this group can. I will be making updates to my journey back to appreciation, I will be reading every post and every comment. I will post one of his books with every journal entry I make, and I would love it if people would leave comments, not about the grade or the condition or whatever, but on what it is that they love about that artist or that story line that drew them to that comic. I thank you for your patience with me, and for your help in reclaiming something I have lost.