It has been 2 months today since my brother died and I still do not feel a sense of loss. I will only assume it was because we had not seen much of each other over the past 20+ years, and there was no interaction between us.
Mama is having her moments. I think she is very depressed due to his death, and now she wants to die. I will always hold to the thought that Bobby was her favorite child.
Not much else to say today.
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