It’s been a little over 6 months since my brother passed. I don’t post or talk about my grief as much because I honestly feel like it makes it that much more real. Or that I know this isn’t the best place to be this vulnerable at times. But I miss him. so fucking much. too much at times. The seasons are changing. Fall and winter are his favorite. My birthday is coming up. Thanksgiving. Christmas. this shit is hard. We’re 3 years apart and I haven’t known much of this world without him at all. He was my right hand. My go to. And now it’s just me, carrying and maneuvering through what we normally would together. Still, so many blessing have came my way in the past few months. Blessings that I’m grateful for and can’t help but feel he’s been up there playing a part in. I keep going because I know that’s what he’d want me to do. what my niece and my family needs me to do. If you’ve lost anyone and you’re fighting to keep going, please know that you aren’t alone. It won’t get easier, but I pray we all get stronger and better. 🖤