An intimate first person non-fiction storytelling experience about incarceration in the United States.
I thought about writing in my journal today, my place of refuge when I don’t want anyone to know my feelings.
I thought about the last few days.
And then the last few weeks.
And years…and decades…
And then I cried.
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On Friday, 13 November 2020, at 5:04pm I lost my brother and best friend. He had been hospitalized with a resistant bacterial infection that affected his heart, lungs, and blood. By the time doctors had isolated a possible culprit, it was too late. His organs began shutting down, and he lost detectable brain activity. In the end, my family made the decision to remove him from life support and end his suffering.
This is one of the hardest posts I’ve ever written. Those of us pulling long sentences know it’s only a matter of time before we lose loved ones. This is always at the back of my mind. It’s never far.
To Ponder
What builds you up?
What tears you down?
Where is our courage when we sit somewhat astound?
Taking in the various elements on noise and meaningless chatter. At moments it makes me think, what truly does matter?