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[ladytairngire]

I went to sleep on Thursday night thinking about my brother. Sometimes I can feel him near me. His presence is warm and light inside my skin.

Sometimes I can imagine what he went through when he died. Images come unbidden and vivid. I don't like to spend too much time thinking of those things.

That night I thought he said to me, Tell Mom.

Comments

okay

[oregonnerd]

Are you? not that I'm one of at least ten people worried about you.
--Glenn

Re: okay

[ladytairngire]

yes, i'm okay. i'm only now logging on since I went home woozy on Saturday.

[anamacha]

wow. Hard stuff. I'm glad you're still here. And have nearly nothing to add, other than the fact that I fear this sort of thing, myself.