Rarely a day goes by without something or other reminding me of him. The reminders are greatly appreciated before a wafting feeling of glumness quickly settles over me. And then I shake that glumness off and mush on.
As his father/brother, that’s pretty much what I raised him to do---mush on, boy! Nobody cares. So why fret, why whine, why cry or why waste time feeling sorry for yourself? Suck it up and mush on.
While I’ll admit that a piece of me went with him, I cry not. Instead, I mush on.
Wherever he is, he gets it.
Later
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