Brian died ten months ago. Yesterday, Mother's Day, I expected a call from him that never came.
This is how I feel when I write about Brian. There is life, under life to discover and reveal. Yet, I scratch the surface and stop. Something weighs me down. I don't know the details of his death; I do not know who knows the details.
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I do not know if and when I can return.