I've been reading 'Anybody Out There?' by Marian Keyes ([link]). In it, it says that it takes a year and one day to finally realise that somebody has died, and then it's okay. You don't forget, but you can move on. You don't have to feel like you've died too but nobody has told you.

I wonder if it's true.

Read the book if you can. She's a fabulous Irish writer. She's hilarious

What prompts this journal? It would have been my brother's 44th birthday today.