Illustrations on how I am dealing with my own grief.
I told my wife I was anxious about my brother’s birthday, and I wanted to make it into something significant. She said, “Celebrating your brother being born is significant. “ You know what? I don’t have to try to “make something happen” because it already did.
It’s coming this way, and I’m moving towards it. April 11th has always dawned with a smile and a celebratory text and phone call to my brother on his birthday. I’m feeling anxious about it and it’s still almost a month away.
Grief is hard because I’m not sure who the enemy is. Is death the enemy because it took my loved one or is it life, because it keeps going without him? Is my brother the enemy because he left, or am I the enemy because I’m still here?
I Feel You 