It's January 1rst, so my brother Pierre should have been freezing his butt off in icy Lake Ontario today, doing his annual Polar Bear splash -- that crazy kid. But he's not. He's dead.
I wanted to write more, have been trying to write more, and still I can't. I stare at these pictures from November, when the cemetary should have been coated in Canadian snow and wasn't. I try to think that it's been 10 years now, and it should be easier, and it's not. It's still not. Why isn't it?
Rest in peace, little brother. I love you.
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Wishing you a peaceful 2009.
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He replied, "One bite at a time."
Hope you just laughed.
Thank you for this piece.
I expect another of your 25 things, not something this poignant and powerful.
had my hug to the group.
There is no deadline for grieving. It becomes a part of you... and it changes you in some ways, and in some ways your responses to the grief change.
But you knew that.
So sorry for your loss.