After My Brother’s Service

My wi-fi has been out for nearly a week.  I couldn’t keep up with my blogging and e-mail.  I was getting so frustrated!  We just got a new cable for it and it’s working now.  I hope it keeps working!

On Saturday, I attended my brother’s graveside service.  There were quite a few people there.  A couple of his girl friends were crying.  I didn’t cry.  I felt a little guilty.  I still can’t believe it though.  It feels like he could walk through the door at Mom and Dad’s any time.  I’m still numb and in shock.

Everyone said they could hardly hear the minister.  My sister said she wished he hadn’t gone on so much about how my brother died.  He didn’t actually say the word but everyone knew what he meant.  I think it needs to be talked about more to break stigma, so that maybe less people will feel like their only option is to take their lives.  You never read about the actual cause of death in the paper.  I think it would help bust stigma.

After the service, my daughter and I went over to my parents’ house for the day.  She hadn’t been over in a long time, probably a year or two.  My son and husband didn’t attend the service or visit.  My son hasn’t gone over for a year-and-a-half or so.  My husband never goes over.  My uncle and a few of my aunts came over for lunch then left.  We got a few pictures of all of us together.  It’s good to take lots of pictures because you never know when someone will be gone and you may not have that many of them and can’t take any more.

I guess I’m all caught up now.  Thanks again  for listening to my rambles.  Till next time,

— Joyce.

2 responses to “After My Brother’s Service”

    1. Thank you! Hugs back ❤



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