We change

It is inevitable.

We cannot stay the same.

It has been a month since the funeral.

It is quiet now.

Winter has been colder this year.  Somehow, on the day of the funeral, it was one of the few Spring-like days.

We'll always remember that last day as a beautiful day.

Life is trying to return to normal, I am trying, but it isn't the same.  I have changed.

I could get all mushy and touchy-feeley, but the truth is...if I didn't change, I would be broken.

Somethings just aren't as important anymore, others have taken their place.

It was hard to refocus, I am getting there.  The "entertainer" that enjoyed the show is resting.  I am paying more attention to detail, trying to pick up so many pieces that need attention...so many pieces.

My brother and I have changed.

We stand alone now, as the "older generation", too young to counsel, to old to take chances.

I have a lot to do.  It is early and the taskmaster I created in my moment of tears awaits.  I need to take care of life that waits for no man.

It was a pretty day when we buried him, the sun was shining and the colors of the flag were vibrant as a hero was laid to rest.

I ramble, I guess the feelings are still pretty intense, in time...it will change also.

It is inevitable.

We change to survive.

Maybe I'll go to the grave and honor him today...