One year
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Sunday will be a year since my brother, Sam, took the life of his son, Adlai, and then his own. It’s as impossible to make sense of those words today as it was the morning we woke up to a world without the two of them.
To everyone who knew one or both of those guys: Alongside my own grief, I see yours, and grieve with you.
To everyone: Alongside my own grief, I see yours, and grieve with you.
Kindly send me your thoughts, questions, and provocations: dmichaelowen@gmail.com.
Their beauty and your love for them live in your writing. ❤️
So much grief. There is some comfort in knowing you are never alone in it..because what is existence without profound sorrow? Love love love you