So, every once in a while, Brent's email address still pops up in my inbox. His email has obviously been hacked, and I know very well what kind of message I'll find, but I open every one anyway.
Today is the three-month anniversary of his death. I've been thinking about him all day. And when I checked my email, I had a new message from "Brent."
And this is apparently what he wants me to know:
Yes, friend, it HAS been a long time. Too long. And I can't stand how long it will be before I see you again.
How am I recently? I am doing better, most of the time, but I am missing you all the same.
I know...I should just delete the messages when they show up, but I love seeing his email address in my inbox.
I love it, but I also really really hate it.
It's not an straightforward process, this losing someone you love. Grief is full of twists and turns, full of peace and pain, full of learning and being angry and being grateful. And I wish we hadn't been put on this path. The price we've paid for the learning is the steepest you can pay.
Do me a favor today. Go tell your brothers and sisters you love them.
Because, as "Brent" said:
Well do is better than well say, just do it!