fedward, tumbling

goes on, and the heat goes on
~ Wednesday, December 23 ~
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I will try to connect all the pieces you left
I will carry it on and let you forget

Today would have been my brother’s 48th birthday. I hadn’t cried about it, but my subconscious took me on a little tour that ended up at Crowded House’s Silent House.  Gets me every time.

If anybody ever tells you that the feeling of loss goes away, they’re lying. It moves to the background but it’s always there. Every year November 4 and December 23 deliver a little punch to the gut and I have a moment where I’m overwhelmed, and then I get up and go about my day. The holidays will always have that tinge of sadness though, for the person who lives on only in our hearts and minds.

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