Loss is a tough thing to deal with. Whether it be the loss of a pet or worse the loss of a family member. Even non-death losses are tough.
One minute your fine, the next minute you’re a complete sobbing wreck.
Mourning the loss is a natural thing. But that being said, it’s not easy.
It really comes in waves and hits you like a ton of bricks.
You never really ever get over loss. It might get less sharp, but it’s still there and always will be.
I’m dealing with loss by writing about it. I guess that’s the writer in me. I never thought I was as much of a writer as I actually am. So I guess if this helps me process the grief and mourn, it’s what I need to do.
It’s been more than a week since my brother died. And I’m still in a cloud of mourning and questioning “why.”
I know life goes on, but life is just that less richer without my brother in it.
I’m lucky to have family and friends to help me get through this, but it’s hard and HURTS LIKE HELL!
I forgot what grief felt like. It’s been a long time since I lost someone I cared about. And, for lack of a better word, it FUCKING SUCKS.
My brother took life by the horns and lives his life to the fullest. His death reminds me of how short life really is and how we all need to take a moment and evaluate our lives.
Are we living our lives in the best way? I know I need to get better at living more like my brother.
Rest In Peace, Bretsky! I will always love you.
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