“You’re alive, but you feel a part of you is vanished. You look in the mirror, all body parts are intact. You breathe --A wave of emotion courses through your body like an agonizing muscle spasm. You look again in the mirror. You just know something is missing. You feel the emptiness in your chest. It will never be replaced. It can never be replaced. Does anyone else see it? Can anyone else see it? Perhaps in time you will learn how to adapt. But how could you? It’s gone. They’re gone. And you never got the chance to say good-bye. Or, I love you.”
Elegy that I wrote for my brother on his one year death anniversary, February 13, 2007
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