Goddess, I miss him so much
Some years are worse than others
I miss my shadow
I miss my near twin
I miss his huge smile
I miss his hugs
Why does it not getting any easier?
He’s gone and he always will be
I miss his humour that was different from everyone else in the family
I miss when he didn’t get our jokes
I miss him trying
Goddess, grief is an unfillable hole
Yes, grief reminds us we loved
But oh, it hurts sometimes
It hurts to stand alone in the memories
Memories that only he and I held
I miss him hiding behind me when dad hit me
I miss being his protector
I miss him in the audience when I sang
I miss being his audience
Goddess. I’m selfish
I miss his love
I miss his smelly feet
I miss knowing I could call him if I needed
I miss the secret names we called each other
I miss seeing his eyes when we came out to each other
I miss the wonder of knowing he was gay too.
I miss knowing I wasn’t alone with my secret
I miss that he will never know how Harry Potter ended
The last book he read was number 6.
I miss that we can’t share Star Wars rebirth
He kidnapped me to the very first one
Insisting I would love it.
Goddess, I miss my baby brother
And it hurts so much…
Ten of Stones
The inner and outer community that sustains and supports the individual, not necessarily blood family but the trusted friends, comrades and lovers who offer security and affection.
…the community is in harmony.
Coming home to oneself, an abundant home life, feeling spiritually and financially happy, loving one’s immediate environment