Physical Evidence of His Happy Life
Fixing the things of my deceased brother is a hard thing to do. It’s even harder than thinking how to write a thank you note for all the people who attended his funeral. The physical evidence of his life is suffocating me. Knowing that these things are here and his not is painful beyond words. I can’t handle my grief. I can’t talk to my parents about it since everyone is devastated. And so I try my best to function as normal as possible so wherever he may be, he won’t feel sad. I’ll try my best but for the meantime, let me just cry my pain.
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