Dear Brooks

Letters to my brother

  • Two years

    Two years

    Dear Brooks, This will never get easier. Time brings gifts. It brings space and perspective and growth. But time will never change the pain I feel when I remember you. You on your couch. With a gun. Sitting on puppy pads to absorb the mess. Making that final decision. Pulling the trigger. I dream sometimes… Continue reading

  • One Year

    One Year

    Dear Brooks, One year ago, our morning started like this: And ended like this: It has been a year since you left us. I’m not sure how that’s true, since it feels like yesterday. I expected a year to feel like time has past, with some sort of significant healing or epiphany along the way,… Continue reading