Last week I logged in to Facebook to discover that an old friend’s brother passed to the other side.
I thought about my three siblings. A part of me would pass with them. A lot of me would hurt, a part of me would rejoice, a lot of me would me angry, a part of me would not care, and a part of me would feel nothing.
Proud of each of them; disenchanted with each of them, and missing two of them but no longer close to any of them.