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Many are puzzled when, one night, the moon begins to cry. Written in commemoration of the Challenger disaster.
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So... a small heads up about the upcoming month...

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So... a bit of a heads up

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78 weeks
State of the Pen

It's been 10 days since my brother died and 6 since we laid him to rest at the foot of a willow tree near a shady stream. I find myself both functional and numb. I can act, react, and do things, but anything beyond the basics is like trying to push fog with your hands. Something happens but not much. I find myself staring at a computer screen and feeling... nothing.
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Oct

21st

2022

State of the Pen · 1:46am Oct 21st, 2022

It's been 10 days since my brother died and 6 since we laid him to rest at the foot of a willow tree near a shady stream. I find myself both functional and numb. I can act, react, and do things, but anything beyond the basics is like trying to push fog with your hands. Something happens but not much. I find myself staring at a computer screen and feeling... nothing.

I'm still grieving, and probably will for some time to come. I've managed to get a bit of writing done, but nowhere near enough for a chapter. I'll keep trying, a little bit at a time, to get things going on track again.

I'm mainly writing this to reassure you all that I'm still around and trying to make my way back to full functionality, and that this will be the last blog post about this due to the personal and sad nature of the post. I know that death is a part of life, and it is often death that gives life meaning, but right now, all I want is my brother back. I'll see you all soon.