My late younger brother from his senior prom in 1995. I respected you for being unique and not caring about what others thought about you. Probably the only one in a gray tuxedo and you wore it well. I miss those simple times, the talks, and our youth. I love you bro ❤️ Brian William Quinlan, February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025* https://www.robinsonfuneralhome.com/obituaries/brain-quinlan *Taken from Instagram Stories
It was tough “letting go” today. My brother’s car is now gone and it’s symbolic of the new reality. Life is hard. I love you bro. Brian William Quinlan ❤️ February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025 *Taken from: https://youtube.com/shorts/9W5ivPwn2Lk
It was tough “letting go” today. My brother’s car is now gone and it’s symbolic of the new reality. Life is hard. I love you bro. Brian William Quinlan ❤️ February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025 *Taken from: https://youtube.com/shorts/9W5ivPwn2Lk
I must have thought of my brother at least a dozen times before 8am today. I snapped this photo early this morning standing on a sidewalk. They say the stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I think I went right from denial to depression. I’m not depressed; I’d say in my case it’s disappointment & sadness but still in some denial. Shock and disbelief, struggling to accept the reality of the loss. I don’t think I’ll ever fully accept that reality.* I think seeing his youth sports photos the other day hit me the hardest. To everyone out there reading this who has experienced loss, my heart goes out to you. A friend of mine said to me today, “It doesn’t get easier; it just becomes normal.” *Taken from: https://www.instagram.com/therealjohnjquinlan/
