and I absolutely never, ever thought I'd cry so much over the death of my brother. We are like two completely different persons ( he writes poetry, gardening, and listened to Hearts of space on sunday nights.)
Frankly, I'm still a mess. Seeing one die in front of you will do that. and knowing that your the last of your family line and... there's nobody left except me..
I'm presently scanning his poetry, because some of his friends wanted to read what he wrote.
I still have the personal thank you notes to compose, and that should be done within the next few days. I got my feet wet today by going to the grocery store. gads....what the hell happened to the price of food??? $9.95 for folgers coffee???
More later....back to writing and watching Bubblegum Crisis 2040...where ever do they get these names?