today is my brother’s 33rd birthday. he passed away in september. i know this seems like a strange thing to recommend, but for me, today has felt good. i think about him every single day but i’ve felt especially connected with him today; i keep seeing pieces of him everywhere (moreso than i usually do). i think grief is long and hard but also beautiful, as it’s a reminder you loved so deeply it cannot be stopped even by the immovable force that is death. i miss him a lot, but i’m continually comforted by the fact that a day will not go by that we don’t talk about him. he will always be alive
everyone here loves him, especially me.
