I forgot I often move into grief and depression after a visit to my brother’s home town. The grief is now only an echo of its former intensity and that in itself disturbs me. The passing of time, forgetting and then remembering he’s gone with a plummeting heart. How can it be two years? It feels sometimes like yesterday and at others like 20 years.
My Journaling Journey
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