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As of tomorrow, it will have been one year since my brother Bill's passing. It's weird that one year has gone by so quickly. I remember every detail of the day Bill died. I remember being at work, and I remember getting the phone call from my mom saying that my dad was in the hospital because he had dislocated his shoulder slipping down a few steps. I remember my mother calling again to tell me Bill wouldn't wake up, and I remember my brother Wayne calling to tell me that Bill had passed and that by the time I got home, they had taken him away already. I remember the wake and I remember the funeral.
I don't think I'll ever get over Bill not being here anymore. He and I were always close. He was the only one in my family I could tell everything to. And it's hard not having him around. There are so many things that remind me of him everyday. But I know he's in a better place.
I'm going home and spending the day with my family tomorrow. I'm not working, I'm not doing field work, I just need to be with my family.
I don't think I'll ever get over Bill not being here anymore. He and I were always close. He was the only one in my family I could tell everything to. And it's hard not having him around. There are so many things that remind me of him everyday. But I know he's in a better place.
I'm going home and spending the day with my family tomorrow. I'm not working, I'm not doing field work, I just need to be with my family.