Life is busy these days. I run a family now. I spend so much of my energy trying to keep us fed, in clean clothes, with clean floors to play on, and generally happy. It's the best kind of work, and it's very consuming.

I think about my brother less these days. But I don't think it's a bad thing. When I do think of him, it's good memories and stories. It's things I will always remember and it's stories I will tell Emmett one day.

It's less time spent with conscious thoughts of him, but deeper, richer memories. He's by my side when I'm consciously remembering, but maybe even more so when I'm not.


maresi said...

Love this, love you.

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