Time Passes

Yesterday was my brother's birthday. Joel would have been 36. We haven't quite reached the one year anniversary of his death, but already I'm feeling the stretch and salve of time, working away at my grieving muscles. Saying his name doesn't sting anymore.

The following image came to me by way of a friend. I have no idea who wrote it, or what periodical it was torn from. But it soothes me when I think of my brother.