August 5

Today was a day like any other. Only it wasn't. It's been four years since my brother passed on. "Passed on". That's supposed to be a kinder, softer way of saying someone died. Passed on. Four years. Seems like a day. Seems like a lifetime. Seems I have to see August 5 once a year. Death. A brother's death. I still lack closure most funerals provide. Time helps but it does not heal. August 5. A day like any other. Only not at all.