The following pages contain what I often refer to as my grief journals. They began after I lost my brother to suicide in January of 2020. In the wake of his death, I had the sensation of becoming completely untethered. Adrift and disconnected to any person, place, or thing. It was a season of deep introspection and lament. Old wounds resurfaced. Things long buried came to light. And, unexpectedly, it became a time of beautiful healing.

These posts will be easiest to follow if read in chronological order.