Today has the most beautiful blue winter sky. The sun is shining brightly through hues of indigo melting into a cornflower blue, dotted by puffy, cotton like clouds. Yet, through the beauty, I was feeling the blues. Yes, even the cheerful can get down. The more I wrote and reflected on my rich life I shared with my beloved brother, the ache in my heart grew stronger. I miss him. A lot. But we all have grief from a loved one lost, either through death, a breakup, or distance. The memories shared, as lovely as they are, can still bring the sadness. I don’t want his memory fade, and sometimes the grief I feel makes his memory more present, more real. It was this thought that made me realize that I shouldn’t shy away or suppress these feelings. I can embrace them knowing that the most beautiful rainbows are comprised of blue.