I'm moving again and I just ran across a handkerchief that was my brothers. It's traveled with me through many moves and years. I saw it and just broke down. I miss him so. I really could have used him to console in when I went through my many messes I got myself into. He was so nonjudgmental. He was so good and seeing the big picture. Our family is so much less without him.
When ever I get like that I get my little sisters old monkey stuffed animal that was hers I miss her so much it is solo hard but I have to push forward