I guess I need to get this off my chest before it festers. I'm not alright, everything is not ok. I'm just faking it, some days better than others. Two weeks ago my oldest brother had a heart attack, he didn't make it. November 21, 2020 I buried my big brother. Some days I can't stop crying. My family is hurting. Losing my brother hurts, watching my father cry because he had to bury his son...broke me. The man I draw my strength from and go to for wisdom, broke down and cried. That shattered my whole world. So here I am, doing my best to keep my composure. Going to work, lifting weights, play world of warcraft but all the while missing my brother. Thankful for my wife for helping me through this, thankful for my mother (even though he wasn't her son). This holiday season is not going well.
