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The afternoon grew weary, fading away with the last days of summer. Sitting, entranced by the flicker and dumb roar of the television screen. I was empty of thought, feeling, and emotion. Did my heart falter? Or was it the phone? I think it was a bit of both. My stomach hit the floor like a pile-driver hits bedrock, hard and fast. I knew what the call was for, my brother didn’t. He answered. I turned to face him, his eyes growing exceedingly red, tears began to from like drops from a tap, consistent in flow.
“Its over now, isn’t it.” I stated, not needing a response.
“Yeah” he muttered, as I put my arms around him, and we wept together.

The rest of that day is a blur. Now is the only time clear to me. Now is six months later. Now is spring. Now the birds are about. Now the plants come back to life. With my family all round, all 27 cousins, 43 second cousins, 4 uncles, 4 aunts. I know each and everyone of them a bit better for my experience, and they me. But still I am numb. All feeling is absent, I know I should be feeling something, but I don’t. Only false laughter, false emotions to make them think I am OK. Even so, I love each and everyone of them, but one more so.

The one whom is love the most, is one who’s love for me, and mine for they cannot falter. Somewhat like a husbands love of a wife and vice versa. Yet I’ve seen even that falter. This love is eternal, forever constant, yet dynamic. A love that is boundless, wherever each of us are, the love will remain. Yet it took me until now to realise what that ment.

Realisation, it’s a tricky problem. You don’t know when it will hit you, when it will come down apon you and rip at your gut until break down, or when it will be lifted from you as if taking the weight of thousands of problems off you. Even so, it will never be one of another, a bit of the two. For me the realisation comes with numbers and words, it comes now. Numbers are strange, in that they can make people rejoice at the addition of one or two. Conversely they can make people suffer and mourn at the subtraction of one, and regrettably two. 82 of us there are here. Yet last time we were all together there was one more. This realisation breaks me. Breaks me down. I weep. Is that a hand on my shoulder? Or is it the weight of the realisation? A bit of both? Yes, it is. It turn to see, another, another love. The one whom I can touch, look into her sparkling blue eyes, admire her beauty. A beauty that can be spoken of in the tongue of men. The love here is not only a deep emotional love, but also physical. With this love I share a connection. One that cannot be broken through the endless days of the universe.
“You alright” she whispers in my ear.
“Yeah”, I reply looking deep into her eyes “Ill be just fine”

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The afternoon grew weary, fading away with the last days of summer. Sitting, entranced by the flicker and dumb roar of the television screen. I was empty of thought, feeling, and emotion. Did my heart falter? Or was it the phone? I think it was a bit of both. My stomach hit the floor like a pile-driver hits bedrock, hard and fast. I knew what the call was for, my brother didn’t. He answered. I turned to face him, his eyes growing exceedingly red, tears began to from like drops from a tap, consistent in flow.
“Its over now, isn’t it.” I stated, not needing a response.
“Yeah” he muttered, as I put my arms around him, and we wept together.

The rest of that day is a blur. Now is the only time clear to me. Now is six months later. Now is spring. Now the birds are about. Now the plants come back to life. With my family all round, all 27 cousins, 43 second cousins, 4 uncles, 4 aunts. I know each and everyone of them a bit better for my experience, and they me. But still I am numb. All feeling is absent, I know I should be feeling something, but I don’t. Only false laughter, false emotions to make them think I am OK. Even so, I love each and everyone of them, but one more so.

The one whom is love the most, is one who’s love for me, and mine for they cannot falter. Somewhat like a husbands love of a wife and vice versa. Yet I’ve seen even that falter. This love is eternal, forever constant, yet dynamic. A love that is boundless, wherever each of us are, the love will remain. Yet it took me until now to realise what that ment.

Realisation, it’s a tricky problem. You don’t know when it will hit you, when it will come down apon you and rip at your gut until break down, or when it will be lifted from you as if taking the weight of thousands of problems off you. Even so, it will never be one of another, a bit of the two. For me the realisation comes with numbers and words, it comes now. Numbers are strange, in that they can make people rejoice at the addition of one or two. Conversely they can make people suffer and mourn at the subtraction of one, and regrettably two. 82 of us there are here. Yet last time we were all together there was one more. This realisation breaks me. Breaks me down. I weep. Is that a hand on my shoulder? Or is it the weight of the realisation? A bit of both? Yes, it is. It turn to see, another, another love. The one whom I can touch, look into her sparkling blue eyes, admire her beauty. A beauty that can be spoken of in the tongue of men. The love here is not only a deep emotional love, but also physical. With this love I share a connection. One that cannot be broken through the endless days of the universe.
“You alright” she whispers in my ear.
“Yeah”, I reply looking deep into her eyes “Ill be just fine”