I Didn’t Tell My Friends When My Brother Died

I don’t think they’d understand

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A couple months ago I glanced down at the little calendar at the bottom of my computer screen and realized that it would have been my grandmother’s birthday. I let my mind roll back to memories of her funeral — driving two hundred miles with my cousin keeping up a lively conversation, admiring the beautiful statue in the foyer of the funeral home…

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Good work! You’ve found my personal journal. I tell the truth here, and I find the process incredibly healing. You might too. So go ahead. Take a peek.

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