It will be 6 years tomorrow.
Six years since my big brother died suddenly.
Death is a bitch.
There’s no negotiating, no promising something, no potential left.
It’s just over.
The clock stops.
Time runs out.
In my deep grief moments, an acquaintance, in her trying-to-be-helpful voice said, “Well, his life and death has to mean something. What do you think it means?”
And I wanted to punch her in the face.Read More