To have and to hold

Photo by Paperboat

Any given date is a unsuitable date to die.
For a loved one to leave, I'd pick a date that didn't exist on a calendar, like February 30th. A day that would never remind of when a whole human being, an entire entity ceased to exist.

Each passing day is a reminder of the extent to which my brother held an immeasurable space in my journey on earth, in my mind and soul.

It's unbearable to realise all the things I can never do with him again and all the spaces we can no longer stay in; to share an emotion.

To share a feeling and witness it.