“You know, this reminds me of…” I’ve said or thought that more times than I can count. Everything reminds me.
This Reminds Me Of…
Unmotivated
When my brother died unexpectedly, I thought, “I’m going to go home and get all of my end of life stuff together, and taken care of.” Apparently grief is not a great motivator for me.
He’s Not Heavy
Different things seem to trigger and/or soothe my heart. The other day the sun was shining beautifully and I rolled the window down. Then a song that I was never particularly fond of came on the radio. He’s Not Heavy, He’s My Brother by the Hollies. This stanza:
It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy he’s my brother
That one hurt, but at the same time, comforted. Grief is weird.
I Feel You 