I can't believe it will be two years on June 14th. Two years since I got the most terrible, unimaginable call from my dad. Two years since this huge hole was ripped into my life. Two years of tears and pain and anger. Two years without him.
Sometimes it seems like he's been gone so long, other times it hurts like it just happened yesterday. I feel like there are so many broken pieces of my heart to knit back together, but I'm getting there. I'm no closer to comprehending my brother's suicide, and although I have found a place where I can come to terms with it and move forward with my life, I'll grapple with all of the unanswered questions forever.
I miss you so much, little brother.
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