Brian used to joke that I learned my eyebrow raise from him. I would laugh and remind him that contrary to what he might think, as perfect as we were together, I had indeed existed on my own before we met. I was arching my eyebrow long before we crossed paths, not realizing that my match was waiting for me just around the corner. The picture on the left is Brian in the Berkshires in March 2020. I still remember taking it. How struck I was by him standing in the snowy woods. He was tall, handsome, charming, in his element. Fast forward two years and the picture on the right was suddenly everywhere I looked. What Brian had helped me achieve had arrived - there was a poster to prove it. And I couldn’t place it for a while, but I knew I’d seen it before. The stance, the confidence, the outfit, the eyebrow. And then it hit me. But of course. It was me and it was Brian. My other half. Which is perfect and is how I feel all the time now. As impossibly difficult and absurdly unexpected as these last six months have been, what has helped me get a little stronger every day is fully realizing this: Yes, my best friend died, and yes, half of me went with him. But if that is true, and it is, then as long as I live, half of him still does, too. That keeps me going. The work we have still to do. The adventures we have yet to take. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to share their own grief experiences. Even if I have not been able to respond, know that I have read your messages and appreciate them more than I could ever properly express in a caption. I have so much more to share of Brian’s life, his music, his talent, and his spirit. He was a force of nature. Everyone who knew him and had the privilege of being in his company knows exactly what I mean; and everyone who didn’t, will. #ForBrian #StarTrek #StrangeNewWorlds