Shadows always point toward the rainbow(s).

I was too busy watching the Packers hold the Vikings to 4 yards in the second half to notice the Bears lol.
lol

Greg Olsen...
not a fan of.

Two lists:
1. Christmas List
2. Items on List 1 to buy

im just mad you're constantly reminded to put the definite articles in the uncomfortable places

That sting kinda grows when your kid becomes old enough to vote.

agreed

cheese gift boxes through the mail... 🤓 yes please!

yet still landing on your feet

Sure thing Ann G. I needed to spell that out for myself last night. Falling asleep; did I overshare?
A stagnant grief doesn't change. That's my fear. When it presents itself, I muse the time agreeably occupied. It's an honor to harbor time of thoughts and feelings with my brother. I won't deny that.

Practicing grief is really the only frame of mind that carried me. Oxymoron, but I have favorite moments of grief. Grief seems to be not lamenting my brother, but lamenting the part of me that he brought out. Albiet uncomfortable, I can appreciate those moments where grief reveals the me I miss.

I was there, but didn't care.
Proof is that I didn't know JR didn't die.

It took me years to be able to say my brother's name without crying. Years more to be able to visit his grave without crying.
Yet, I still cry but it is different.
I'm hopeful.

With grief my worst grief fear is waking up with the same grief every day for the rest of my life. Instead of replacing grief with happiness I allow myself to recognize happiness despite grief. There is no getting over grief, only moving through it. I live with it With practice, I recognize change.

I view change not as an absolute that i must accept, but rather something to practice, something where I allow failure. I may not like it but I don't force compliance or punish myself for allowing failure. I practice.
Similar with grief.

Wait... you mean JR did not die when he was shot? All that and he lived?