Chris and I are off to the east coast for my brother’s funeral. We’re flying to Boston tomorrow morning and driving up to Plymouth on Saturday morning.
I realized the other day that I haven’t fully dealt with this yet. In my head, he’s gone. But in my soul, he’ll be there to greet us when we get in. Burying your little brother is a whole lot different from burying your mother.
I can’t believe I’ll never talk to him again.
We’ll be back on Tuesday sometime.

