what i wrote in my last post remains true. but i found a letter my brother wrote me 10 years ago and there was something he said that has stuck with me, like the meat and potatoes to the ribs of my coping with this:
"we must be uncommonly strong to be uncommon people."- jjr.
i cry nightly. this wound is still so, so fresh it -happened a week and a half ago and there's still a memorial service in gloucester and the internment in rougemont- but i'm learning to focus on the good things he wanted for me and while it is still tremendously painful that he's gone, it gives me something to strive for.
ps i'm getting another tattoo tomorrow, in his honor. you'll see it sunday or monday, i promise.
"we must be uncommonly strong to be uncommon people."- jjr.
i cry nightly. this wound is still so, so fresh it -happened a week and a half ago and there's still a memorial service in gloucester and the internment in rougemont- but i'm learning to focus on the good things he wanted for me and while it is still tremendously painful that he's gone, it gives me something to strive for.
ps i'm getting another tattoo tomorrow, in his honor. you'll see it sunday or monday, i promise.