Today is a month since my younger brother David passed. He was 39 years old and died of a heart attack, the day I last posted here. A tragedy and a waste. He was funny, smart and loving.
Happy times on the beach with our Mother
Last weekend Tommy and I travelled to the UK for his funeral. We arrived on Saturday, David's 40th birthday. We visited with him in the Chapel of Rest. I cried to see my baby brother's purple lips, they'll never smile again.
The funeral brought familiar faces. Family I hadn't seen since the last funeral (I guess we've reached that stage of life) and friends I hadn't seen in the 25 years since I left our hometown. David's schoolfriends that we knew as 4 year-olds together, never changed, laughing and telling stories of outrageous childhood deeds.
David and I, ages 19 and 21
The past month has been difficult, heart-wrenching and spent in a brain-fog which has seen me, metaphorically, staring blankly out the window, just cruising through the tasks of daily life.
My knitting has been slow and contemplative. A pair of socks, "hexipuffs" and dishcloths. A thought with each stitch, slow and steady.
Now, I am getting back in the swing of things at home. Leaving my house to shop, exercise, do my school PTO duties and visit with friends. As they say, life goes on......