I haven’t really accepted that my little brother has left us. Many times, I just pretend he is still in the hospital, or is on a trip, or something. It’s a little easier that way. I am aware, but I am not interested in accepting the reality at times. And I think that is an okay way to feel.
Not much more to say today other than that.
Picking up the pieces and re-assembling your life takes a bit of time. I am familiar with this. If you are going though this, take as much time as you need. There are no shortcuts because there is no destination or finish line.
