My younger brother, Bret, died tragically hiking in Colorado early last month. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. I’ve been through all the stages of grief, but now I think I’ve settled on the acceptance stage.
It could be because my wife is recovering from surgery and I’m in charge of so much around the house. It could also be that I’m just in the acceptance stage and that’s okay.
I still think about him every morning when I wake up and realize that he’s no longer here. But it’s more like a realization than a sob or anything.
You know the elephant on my shoulders giving me a back rub? It’s gone too. I guess distractions help.
Does this mean that I won’t get hit with grief again about Bret dying? No. I’m sure I’ll be sad and crying at his celebration of life get together later this month.
I guess time lessens all sadness. 🤷🏻♂️
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