I love time with family. Those first holidays without that person though...man, it's tough.
I typically try to write these as though they are to my brother. Today I'm going to talk to the person who took his life.
“woman sitting on cliff overlooking mountains during daytime” by Milan Popovic on UnsplashHey Andrew, There are times when it feels like it’s going to get tough for a while and there’s nothing I can do about it. It feels like we’ve been in the trenches for two-years and looks like we may be here a bit … Continue reading Which Grief is Better (OR when will your death stop affecting me)
On May 1, 1992, my seven-year-old brother was crossing the street to get the mail. He stepped off of the school bus, crossed the road, and was hit by a pick-up truck. He did not live. I was three weeks away from my 13th birthday. This is how I started my grief journey in the loss of a sibling.