Today marks one year since my brother's death. Many people have asked how I'm doing, so I decided to share here.
I'm okay. It's hard to think about what he went through and what could have been (again, useless... but it just comes up). And I miss him. We were very close growing up and became distant when his struggles began to overwhelm him, pushing away those who loved him most. We were beginning to rebuild our relationship when he died. That aspect of grieving remains pretty raw.
While I'm still coming to terms with his life, I am completely at peace with where he is now. That comfort overshadows the hurt. All is well, and more good things lie ahead. Stay tuned. :)
