and the house is quiet. My mind is not. My brother is really sick. Emergency room kind of sick. I know that he will be fine eventually. This was just a nasty virus, but it has worried me. I hate for my family members to suffer. It has been five years since I lost my best friend to breast cancer and five years since I lost my dad. I go forward. I make plans. I live my life…kind of. I try to be light and interesting. Sometimes I fail. Most times I fail. It bores me to talk of death, grief, bereavement…and yet, there it is…24 hours a freaking day. Always in my head. I sometimes hide from other people because I think that they are bored with it too, the old news of loss. I think it’s part of the reason I’m starting this blog, to purge the heaviest of it from my tired brain.