It Will Be Okay.

It's been almost thirty-six hours since saying goodbye to my brother Alex, and almost thirty-nine hours since saying goodbye to my sister Zigeel. But it will be okay.

Everything today reminded me of Alex. I went to the mall and all I could think of was all the times we hung out there, and then saying goodbye there, less than twenty-four hours ago at the time. An hour ago, I decided to watch a movie that I knew wouldn't remind me of him, and instead one of the actresses looked so much like Zigeel. I will never stop thinking of them, but it will be ok.

After saying goodbye to Alex, I was crying so hard that Lorenz had to try to calm me down, which only helped a little. I've spent the last day and a half crying to the point where I can barely breathe or see through the years, but it will be okay.

And now, if I try hard enough, I can hug my yearbook and I can feel Alex hugging me, and I can feel him reaching down and rubbing my back. I think it will be okay.