I feel like somewhere in all of this is an answer to help understand what I’m feeling. I just don’t know how long it will take to unpack it all, and where to put it.
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Sweet Memories
At four and five years old my brother and I got plastic pedal bikes. His was the Big Wheel trike and I had my two wheeler. He was a boss and wore his jacket like a cape.
Big
Grief is big. Some days I feel like I’ve got a handle on it, and “it” is almost done, then other days I just need a place to sit down and wait.
I Feel You 