Sibling Love and Luck

My sister, Rachel, is the most loving person whom I have ever met.

My brother, Aaron, is the most forgiving person whom I have ever met.

And, my baby brother, Jacob, is the bravest person whom I have ever met.

I got lucky.

Will Wonders Never Cease

I never knew it was possible to be this bloody sad and this bloody angry at the same time.

I know all of my friends are experiencing depression/rage fatigue, so I am posting this here, so that I don't exacerbate their fatigue.

Screaming online at misogynistic Islamists helps too.

I know that I have to get over the idea that if I let myself be joyful that that means that I love Jacob less.

Because every day I love him more.

Fuck, I miss him.

I will always love you, Jacob.

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

Wendell Green

As my birthday nears, I think of Wendell.

I wish you were still around to let me steal your American Spirits and your F&B location money.

And, to warn me off bad boys.

No matter how much we fought, in the end, you always let me have my way.

I will never forget how you announced my move to Miami before it was official and told everyone how much you were going to miss me.

I will never forget you.

I will always love you.

As My Birthday Approaches

I never celebrated my birthday as a child.

And, I'm not going to celebrate my birthday anymore as an adult.

I spend my birthdays wishing for things that cannot be.

They are days of profound regret and longing.  

I think about you every day.

I miss you every day.

I cry for you every day.

I love you every day.

But, especially on my birthday.

I will always love you, Jacob.

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

The Only Place for Segregation in a Democracy is between Religion and State