It's one of those days when I can't write what I'm really thinking. Suffice it to say this:
I miss my brother Ronnie. There are so many days when I want to pick up the phone and call him, and of course I can't. It's been five months now.
People handle grief in many different ways. Occasionally they surprise me.
Certain words are so easy to utter without any depth of feeling. Soulmate, for instance.
Certain words aren't uttered when they should be. Betrayal, for instance.
Some people get what they deserve. Some people don't.