"If anyone has something to say, please do." The circle stood quietly for several heartbeats before someone spoke. "Caleb was one of the most inquisitive minds I knew," said one. I was moreso, I thought. Who answered his questions after asking them first?
"He was endlessly creative," said another. "I never knew how he came up with all those ideas." I knew, I thought. Most of them he took from me. I hoped no one noticed my clenched fists.
A third said, "There was no one more compassionate. The number of times he helped me out of the blue..." She trailed off, sniffling. And afterward, he said such things about you. You wouldn't be here if you knew half of them. I was trembling, nearly crying with anger. I spoke.
"He was my brother, and... and..." I wanted to lay his falseness bare, expose him. My teeth ground and tears streaked my cheeks. Everyone watched me, their gazes dripping sympathy. Truth would not serve me.
"And he taught me things I would never have learned otherwise." People nodded. Someone hugged me, and someone else squeezed my hand tight. I swallowed revulsion, tried looking mournful. "I can't imagine life without him."