It’s almost a year….

Why is it when people die they inhabit your thoughts more than they did when they were alive.

My little brother, who spent the majority of his adult life fighting with me, has been dead more than a year. He fancied himself a pro wrestler but made it only in the indies before he married and had children, one who was profoundly disabled. He became the caregiver while his wife worked. Self medication for wrestling injuries combined with mis-medicated depression led to suicide on St Patricks day 2018. My teenaged daughter is a WWE fan…and now so am I. I can’t help but think, somewhere in hell, he’s laughing.

Halloween 2019 marks one year since Mom passed.

I hear her almost every day now in the back of my head.