16
May
Today’s is my brother’s 39th birthday. I wish he was here for me to tell him how old he was. And make fun of his oldness. But he is not. Not for 11 years.
I light a candle tonight for Smokey – as I have been doing every night for 4 months. And also for Jonathan.
Loss is a terrible thing. Humans go through it on a daily basis all over the world. But telling yourself that does not make your loss any less. Or make you feel any better.
Only time does that. And you don’t feel better. You just feel less awful.
