Spent the past few days going through items in storage, and tonight I can’t shake this heavy feeling. And I realize, of course, that it’s him. These were his things, and some are now his sister’s, and many are now finding new homes. And I am building life, not anew, just — continued. And after so many months of numbness, I’m starting to find again my tears. My Peanut should have a living brother. I should have a living son. It is never, ever, ever enough.
I miss you.