Mar 25, 2017
It's been almost 4 months since my brother in-law passed away. I don't like talking about it. Not at all. I feel like acknowledging it makes it more real, and I'm blissfully living in limbo. Of pretending he's still on base with my sister, and it's just typical army shit keeping him away. Every day life seems so petty, I can't decided if I'm more sensitive, or less. I hate everyone because they're not him... but yet emotional, thinking about how life is only going to bring more pain and loss... so I'm desperately holding onto my loved ones. I'm a mess...Every day wishing I believe in any kind of after life, cause thinking I'm truly never going to be in his presence again is crushing me.
