Grief, Sadness, Mourning

I thought I was doing better.

I woke up and didn’t start sobbing.

As the morning progressed, I was okay.

Bret popped into my head and I was sad, but not crying.

Progress.

Progress to acceptance? Maybe.

Then I wrote my parents asking when I could see them.

I started to cry.

Writing that email made it even more real.

My brother had died.

Too young.

Too sudden.

Too tragic.

I miss knowing that he’s living his best life in Colorado.

I miss knowing that I’ll ever see him again.

I miss him.

I’m really fucking sad. 🥺😭

They say in time the sting will lessen.

I don’t believe them. I really don’t.

I lost my fucking brother. How will that ever be less of a sting?!

Ugh. 😟😢