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Remembering

I never thought I’d make it six minutes after my brother’s death, let alone six years. But, here I am. Still standing.

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I put on my father’s old leather boots, grab my walking stick, and head up the mountain…

IMG_6540IMG_5006.JPGBy the time I get to the top, I begin to remember the life well-lived instead of only the death that swept me up in its furious agony.

 

IMG_6538And although I can’t explain it, my heart finds a moment of peace in remembering a day I’d rather forget.

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IMG_2638The holidays carry with them an additional, exaggerated weight of grief. Because my family’s loss happened at Christmas, I understand this to an even greater degree. But, there is hope and help! My go-to resource is Grief Share’s Surviving the Holidays event and corresponding booklet. You can find more information here.

Time…

Hope…

Fly…

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