I used to kid Steve about his birthday being a holiday (sometimes it was) and we all kidded him for being born on Mom and Dad's anniversary.
Well, today would have been his 43rd birthday. He is very much on mind, and this day is another hurdle to overcome. I have learned a few things since April - one is that love goes very, very deep, and two, grieving and healing is a long process.
Raising my coffee cup in salute to the life that was. I wish he could be here.
1 comment:
dont know if you are still even writing here...but i came to you off another journal that you follow and this one just caught my attention...I lost my baby brother 5 years ago this past september...
I have felt every emotion you have described in these posts...I read them all....
Anger..hurt...disgust....tears...pain...you name it....
Kelly
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