On this journey with Bryan, I have had to remind myself (and my mom) that how Bryan's brain is processing...or NOT processing...is not how a forty-year old's brain processes things. It is like he has a stroke or seizure....in that his brain is delayed. It is so sad and at times the grief of missing my Bryan overwhelms me. It is during the overwhelming flood that my brain reminds my heart of the 40 years of sweet memories.
People say well-meaning things. They mean well...but the trite-ness of those comments cut deep. While I grieve the brother I miss so much, I am processing the brother I have before me. The brother who does not trust me. The brother who doesn't call or text me. The brother who once told me everything, now tells me nothing.
You don't need to say anything. Just walk along side of me. Let me cry. Let me talk about Bryan. Be a friend.
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