Friday, June 05, 2020
It has been 20 days since my little brother died. His funeral was last Tuesday.
I suppose at some point, I will quit counting the days. I can't quite help it though. It is still too new. It's still the overwhelming thing in my family.
My family has been in Minneapolis for the protests a few times. The death of George Floyd has also upset me greatly; maybe because it happened so close to the death of my brother. The day before his funeral. In fact, I couldn't go to the first protests because of the funeral. I didn't feel up to it.
Both deaths are so senseless. So unnecessary. So wrong.