I told Brian I wasn't sure how I would make it through this day alone.
He said, "Be strong. Greg does not want you to suffer. Celebrate his life."
That's good advice. I *do* celebrate his life. Greg was smart and funny, gentle and generous, simple and complex, sweet and good and kind. The world is a better place because he was in it.
Then it occurs to me: Greg would have really liked Brian. And I feel sad all over again.
I've been looking through old pictures today. Like the one above. They make me smile. Just before they make me cry. I had no idea that would be the last picture of us together.
So many memories. So little time.
I love you, little brother. I always will.