The gift I didn’t know I needed

The gift I didn’t know I needed

I've spent thirty-two years with the mistaken belief that because my brother died in my childhood, he didn't really exist.  Strangely, I always had him in my thoughts and on my mind, but it was more like a fantasy life I was experiencing, wishing him to be there, but believing he was only a figment of my own imagination.  I wasn't consciously aware that I was practicing this disassociation routinely until I wrote a blog post this year about my experience living and loving a terminally ill sibling and shared it on Facebook.  The responses I received were overwhelming.  Childhood friends and my brother's teachers all reaching out to me, sharing their own memories of my brother, Mike.  I got choked up reading these online conversations reliving our experiences with Mike from so long ago.  I read stories I wasn't even aware of, because I had stopped talking about my brother in seventh grade when he died.  Only the handful of closest...
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When the Twenty One Pilots Concert Crashes and Burns

When the Twenty One Pilots Concert Crashes and Burns

OMG. Living the dream-and feeling like it. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend a Sunday evening than listening to great live music with people I love. Now, mind you, I was coached the entire trip to the indoor arena on proper Twenty One Pilots etiquette, actually, concert etiquette, by my twelve year old daughter. My eleven year old son would pipe in every few matter-of-fact statements that my daughter was making. Mostly, he would remind me to not act cool, because, I guess, if you act cool, you're actually not. My husband and I exchanged giggling eyes, reminiscent of those eye rolls I'm sure we both shot past our own parents when we obviously knew more than they did. I had earlier changed out of the "Live Happy" statement tee that I had intended to wear, not to placate my daughter who was horrified I even owned such a ridiculous t-shirt, but because I saw the other concert...
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