This is lovely. My brother died in August 2021, and I miss him every day. We were best friends since childhood, typical Gen X kids who took care of themselves and each other, and I wonder sometimes how I'm going to get through this thing called life without him. There's definitely an emptiness now that is taking a long time to heal
Healing takes as long as it takes. Don’t put yourself on a timeline. But don’t get too comfortable in your emptiness either. Learning to live without your brother doesn’t mean you love him any less. May his memory be a blessing.
My aunt passed away 3 days ago so when this poem reached me I felt weird in the way you feel weird when something feels just right. I called my mom (my aunt's sister) and we read it together and it made me cry a bit. In a good way. The last line is just, so good. Thank you so much.
I know what you mean about feeling weird because something feels right. I actually felt that way reading your comment. I write for myself, but I also write to try to help people move through their experiences. I’m so glad I was able to help you and your mom, even if only in the tiniest way. May your aunt’s memory be a blessing.
That poem is really beautiful, and I feel like it expresses a similar sentiment to mine. I’m glad I could remind of that way of thinking. May your friend’s memory be a blessing.
so so beautiful ❤️
This is lovely. My brother died in August 2021, and I miss him every day. We were best friends since childhood, typical Gen X kids who took care of themselves and each other, and I wonder sometimes how I'm going to get through this thing called life without him. There's definitely an emptiness now that is taking a long time to heal
Healing takes as long as it takes. Don’t put yourself on a timeline. But don’t get too comfortable in your emptiness either. Learning to live without your brother doesn’t mean you love him any less. May his memory be a blessing.
My aunt passed away 3 days ago so when this poem reached me I felt weird in the way you feel weird when something feels just right. I called my mom (my aunt's sister) and we read it together and it made me cry a bit. In a good way. The last line is just, so good. Thank you so much.
I know what you mean about feeling weird because something feels right. I actually felt that way reading your comment. I write for myself, but I also write to try to help people move through their experiences. I’m so glad I was able to help you and your mom, even if only in the tiniest way. May your aunt’s memory be a blessing.
That poem is really beautiful, and I feel like it expresses a similar sentiment to mine. I’m glad I could remind of that way of thinking. May your friend’s memory be a blessing.