Grief is a weird thing. Anger, sadness, happy memories, acceptance, and then back around again.
Yesterday I got a package in the mail from my Dad and Step-mom. They just got back from Colorado finishing up my late brother’s affairs out there.
The box came, I knew it was a few things of Bret’s that I could have to keep close.
Of course I cried as I opened the box. In it was a note from my parents, Bret’s bike jersey, a t-shirt from one of his favorite places to hang out, and his hiking hat.
I miss him. I miss him more now knowing that I’ll never see him again in this life. That stings like hell. I don’t claim to know what comes after this life, so who knows.
Yea, I still have regrets. But right now, I’m just doing my best to remember the good times that I had with him. Heck even the annoying times when he would torture me as a little kid. I was 13 years older so you know how that can be.
I am happy that I’m staying in touch with my sister more now. So that’s good.
Miss you Bretsky! 💔
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