Dusting Off Barber This Week

In April my friend Brian died fighting a fire. No one likes a whiner, so I'll just say that I've never in my life wanted so badly for something to not have happened. Google grief cycle if you want, but here it is nearly eight months later and Sunday night I have this dream. I remember how it(my dream) felt more than anything, but I remember that Brian had died but was able to put off leaving for a day so we could all say goodbye to him. It's Wednesday now, and I can't quite shake it.

And maybe that's all I have to say. I've tried like hell not to wallow in it since April, but sometimes...