Remembrance

My thinking is still fuzzy with grief and rage and guilt and sorrow.

Each day, I have to try to remember how to live my life.

I sometimes find myself struggling to resist the temptation to cut open my chest and tear out my heart, just to make the ache go away.

And, then, I remember.

I remember that you already took it with you when you put that dog leash around your neck.

Jacob Michael Braasch (01/28/86 - 02/02/10)