Yesterday marks two years since my brother died. Depending on when you ask me, sometimes it either feels much longer or much shorter than that. The actual week or so between the death and the funeral was all a blur really.
I took one of my rare trips to the cemetery. I feel bad about it, but I hate going to the cemetery. It depresses me. So, that means that I only go a few times a year. I think he'd understand.
Not a single day has gone by where I don't think about Dave or wish he was still here. I miss the hell out of him. Still, I don't mope around too much, because he probably wouldn't want that (or do that if our situations were reversed). When I do think of him, I just think about the stuff that made us get along so well. (I catch myself wondering what he would've thought of this movie or game, or what he would've thought of something that happened on an episode of the TV show.)
If nothing else, this has taught me that everybody should appreciate the people that matter to them. You never know when their time or your time will be up. I hope that doesn't sound too morbid. It wasn't meant to be that way.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
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Having gone down a road like that more than once in my life, I feel for you pal, I do. And I hate to say it, but it doesn't get easier. The upside of that though is that it shows you how much someone you lost matters, and in a small way, that loss is what keeps them around for you.
Of course that doesn't help, but small consolations go a small way, or... something.
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