They say that time heals all wounds, but it doesn't. Some wounds remain for as long as we live, and we have to strike a balance between "living with the wound," and "living in spite of the wound."
This memorial Day I'm remembering one of the best men I ever met. My brother-in-law, Brendan. Two years ago in July we lost him when his plan fell apart over Mississippi.
Even though it's been two years, it still feels like it just happened yesterday.
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It is a time to remember. Still, anyone can remember whenever and however they wish. My only advise is to grieve any way you find beneficial and don't allow others to influence your thoughts.