Brownsville

My Other Half

Someone said grief is like a mound of sand you carry with you everyday. As time passes you lose a bit of it as you move forward but all the sand never really goes away.

I feel like I’ve lost so much more than my brother. The word brother doesn’t seem good enough to encompass how much I loved him.

Goodbye Edo – every time my heart beats I’ll think of you!

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