Bleh

In the course of cleaning and reorganizing the closet, I ran across an old journal of mine from 1998 that covered Benjamin's death. And of course I made the mistake of thumbing through it and reading a bit. Which...well, naturally, it kind of sobered me for the rest of the day. I'm still in a rather odd place. But my husband...(siiigh)

Instead of just offering comfort, he tries to make it better by joking. And of course, on this subject, the joke implies that my fondness for my brother was suspiciously unnatural. (glowers) It wasn't funny then, and it isn't funny now. Have some respect for the dead.

Jackass. Even though I know he means well.

(Siiiiigh)

An old entry with far more info than I care to relive at the moment...