Although he wasn't my son - he was my baby brother - the day they buried 18 year old Edward in March, I was already cracking jokes. After the funeral of course. I surprised myself... That doesn't mean I don't cry. But now I'm not so scared to let it out.
I can't begin to understand how you guys are coping. But I am on the journey of grief - for the third time since March now - in honour of Edward, my friend Ted and now Tracy.
You've helped me to get to this stage with the death of my brother. I'm here - when you want me - if you want me - to help you - both.
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Date: 2007-06-04 01:14 am (UTC)I can't begin to understand how you guys are coping. But I am on the journey of grief - for the third time since March now - in honour of Edward, my friend Ted and now Tracy.
You've helped me to get to this stage with the death of my brother. I'm here - when you want me - if you want me - to help you - both.