Gifts From My Brother
Today my brother would've been 31 years old. I realized that he has been gone for over 5.5 years, which is incredible for so many reasons. To some extent, it feels like yesterday- other times it seems like so long ago because of how much my life has changed. As I drove to work this morning, he was on my mind. Eric is often on my mind on the way to work. I think it's because of the peace and quiet a car ride can bring you without three kids in the back. I'm not even really sure what I think about- it's not really memories or wondering how he is, but more just seeing his face, saying his name in my mind. Allowing my heart to feel his absence and giving myself permission and some time to grieve all over again. It's hard, sometimes, remembering him. The last couple years of his life, he wasn't himself. He was often a lying, cheating, stealing addict... crippled sick with his disease. He was also helpless, hopeless, and despera...