By Kate Kole
Last week, my older brother would have turned 40. It was the 15th birthday we’ve had without him here with us.
While most dates are just numbers on the calendar, Mondays blurring into Tuesdays and one errand running into the next, birthdays stand apart.
There’s anticipation and expectation. Memories of the past and wishes for the future.
When his birthday rolls around each November, I think about the first year he wasn’t here. The way our grief felt heavy and hard to carry. How we wondered if we’d ever feel happy again.Continue reading