Death isn’t always the end of a story. Here’s a story about life afterwards.
I didn’t acknowledge my grief. I drank. I drank until that grief became something that could be locked away.
On February 28, 2018, I got a call from my dad saying my brother died. I managed with the grief. I didn’t drink anymore.
“Each Halloween their ghosts haunt me. The ….
I received this anonymous email just now from ….