Second-hand mourning pt.2

It has officially been a week and a day since the death of my brothers best friend. The funeral has come and gone, and the distant acquaintances have been seen. When I first received the news I didn’t really cry, but something about physically being in a space where you are surrounded by the family … More Second-hand mourning pt.2

Second-hand mourning

The world was been…blurry? Is that even the right term for all the mess us humans have created? I’ve been feeling a sort of disconnect with my surroundings and generally life events. As scary as things in the greater scheme of life have been, in my own life bubble things have been just as scary. … More Second-hand mourning