As I write this, my room is in a state of disarray. My brother’s air mattress slowly deflates in the corner. My clothes are strewn around the room, a reminder of the folding, organizing, squishing I will have to do to fit everything into the one suitcase that hasn’t taken up residence in my rented storage unit.
Grief
Grief
Grief
As I write this, my room is in a state of disarray. My brother’s air mattress slowly deflates in the corner. My clothes are strewn around the room, a reminder of the folding, organizing, squishing I will have to do to fit everything into the one suitcase that hasn’t taken up residence in my rented storage unit.