hallelujah

"the word the hebrew word translated thing is word every thing came out of the word or the word you back to seed again words are things or they're word things so when i say words i just release a thing that you don't see the thing when i say it you heard the thing before you saw the thing before i sayeth the thing it's heard before its said"

Some Christian evangelists were saying that once. Somebody please tell me what the fuck they're preaching about.

one year ago today

So my brother died one year ago today. Does this mean that St. Patrick's day has been forever ruined for me? I really don't know. Part of me wants to forget it ever happened and try to be Irish on St. Patrick's day, but part of me can't help but recall how my brother apparently did not have the "luck of the Irish" that day. If my brother was here, I think he'd tell me just to move on, get on and get off it already. Of course, that would be easy for him to think, as he's not the one in the position of living the rest of life without a brother.

thirty-seven years ago today

Today is my brother's birthday. Normally this wouldn't be so significant, except this is the first birthday he's had that he hasn't been alive for. He died almost a year ago today and I've still been unable to fully wrap my head around it or find closure with it. I wonder if I ever will.