I feel like I’m trying to quietly sneak past something, and it’s right around the next few bends. My brother’s birthday is coming.
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Hard
This is hard.
Note to Self
When my brother passed, I decided I would be intentional about my own life and how I spend my time. Then the mountains turned into rolling hills. One seems like the next, so much like the previous. Note to self: Don’t get complacent.
I Feel You 