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/
