Me (left) pretending to be crazy & Micah (right) pretending to be tough. (We both laughed at the pic, but we were each crazy and tough in our own ways.)
Yesterday I was informed that my brother’s ashes were scattered at sea.
This was the end of a phone conversation with my father regarding other non-related topics, so it came as a bit of a surprise even though I knew it would be coming soon. The family couldn’t bare the emotional scarification of being there for the event, so we allowed the kind people at The Neptune Society to take charge and spread his ashes at sea out on the Pacific Coast.
Sadly, not long after I posted a comment regarding this to my Twitter and Facebook account, an unwanted ghost which has been haunting me for months decided this was a good time to go out of their way to make things harder for me. When life is hard enough, the last thing I need is this constant and persistent emotional distress from the sidelines.
My “adopted niece” (daughter of my friends’) came upstairs just as I began crying so I tried to cover this with a loose guise of, “I have really bad allergies and am not feeling too well right now.”
It is quickly coming upon the year anniversary of the day I received the horrific phone call that my brother had killed himself. I will be traveling back to the West Coast to be with my family for the exceptionally hard time we are guaranteed to encounter. I dearly miss my little brother and it feels like only yesterday I broke down in the arms of a stranger at his door step.
