My Precious

I carry my grief around like a small, precious object of great value.

I see it as an expression of love for my deceased baby brother.

It grows more dear to me as time removes me from the immediacy of his suicide.

I know that this probably isn't the healthiest of attitudes.

But, I'm just not ready to let it go.

I feel like I failed him in life, and I am determined not to fail him in death.

I will always love you, Jacob.

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