Yet another Year

Birthdays get harder every year. Not because I care about aging. It just reminds me of having to carry on without my baby brother. I always felt so connected to him and that we had a special bond that was tough to understand. This waned over time and changed into something different as we became adults. But we were still close, and we had experienced so much grief and joy together that I really never imagined that I could have a life without him. And so, each birthday is just another reminder of all that I've lost, instead of a celebration of my own life.