I went to my parents’ for lunch today, and afterwards my mom asked if I wanted to go see my brother. I hadn’t been back since the day we buried him; I had been avoiding it. Even though I still get weepy every once in a while, I had been doing really well. We weren’t there for long; mom put more skittles out for him (skittles were his favorite) and I just stared at the stone. I didn’t actually tear up until I got on the road up to Skokie and heard a song by the Lumminers, I can’t remember the name, but the words brought tears to my eyes. The song talks about when they were young, and I’m pretty sure that’s what got me. I love music, but I hate sometimes that it brings out more emotions in me than anything else.
Today, Matt gave me my Valentine’s present, mainly because he got his early. He got me a lot of Spongebob candy, a DVD, but most importantly, a necklace with a little black cat on it, for Batman. Even though Matt didn’t say much when my brother died, everything he did showed me he loved me and was there for me. The biggest thing being bringing me Batman. I remember thinking that day that I had wanted a kitten pile, and he brought me the closest thing possible. These past few months would have been much worse if I didn’t have that snuggely, furry cat near me. Even though life isn’t perfect, the little things Matt has done for me has made it livable.