Tag: Brother

  • Have I Finished Mourning Or Just Accepted It?

    Have I Finished Mourning Or Just Accepted It?

    My thoughts on Bret’s passing and how I’m in the acceptance stage.

  • Every Morning

    Every Morning

    Every morning I wake up and the first thing that pops into my head, most of the time very briefly, is: fuck Bret died. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I just think about what a fantastic guy he was. Sometimes I think about the what ifs. I know the last one isn’t fair to do to…

  • Grief, Sadness, Mourning

    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…