Facebook kindly reminded me of my brother’s passing once again. And it just refreshed the pain all over again.
But not all memories are bad. And he lives in those memories
Memory Memories haunt My soul Shards of glass Digging in my mind Bleeding old sorrows
Not so much as a poem as a thought I had. Old thoughts just keep bleeding.
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I am sorry for this loss you experience and hope you can focus on pleasant memories of your brother!
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I do. I always get hit with How he died first which is like a punch to the gut. But then my mind moves on to all my memories of him.
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Good.
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