I guess so. It's just... hard. Back home, I had mourned my brother, and the wounds had finally closed. I had finally gotten used to the idea that my brother really wasn't dead, and having him suddenly gone tore everything open again. I can't even take comfort in the idea that maybe his world wasn't like mine, because he remembered dying.
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Date: 2008-10-29 09:59 pm (UTC)