It is 4am in the morning and I cannot sleep. This is a regular occurrence for me in grief. The month of July sleeplessness is always at its worst. I lost my brother in the month of July. I remember the weeks following after we lost Bry that I would be up for nights at a time, miserable is pain and crying so hard that my eyes would be swollen shut the next day.
I feel so alone in the middle of the night. I feel I am the only person up right now in the world with this pain, however I know even alone there are others like me. I am aching for one more glimpse of my brother, struggling to think of our last conversation or just praying that magically I could her his giggle again. The sleepless nights are here to last. I will never sleep like a baby again!
