Being away was so good for me: unfamiliar surroundings, with no internet or phone access, meant no thinking about what we’ve lost. No reminders. It was very soothing to my raw emotional shell.
But now I’m back and I’m having an awful lot of reminders about my brother and it just hurts a lot.
I read a beautiful sentiment on reddit the other day: “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and the hollow in your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”