When my brother passed away I thought about all the times I didn’t talk to him and when I could’ve stopped to see him and didn’t.
After a couple of weeks I realized my brother wouldn’t want me to think about that.
He’d want me to think about the time we did things together. The weekend I spent at his house. Our times wrestling in the living room and how we could laugh at what an asshole I was as a teenager.
He’s been gone for a year and a half and though I’ll never get over him being gone I’ve used that year and half to motivate myself and focus on my writing.
One of the last interactions I had with my brother was on social media and it was when I was working on a project.
He told me keep going, you’ll get there.
For the last year and half those words have pushed me to work and get there.
I’m close to finishing my ninth book and I’ll be submitting queries for another next week. One book is in the hands of my writing group and I’m editing that as they go through it.
I’ve struggled to get through days thinking about him then I go back to his words.
I’ll keep going and I’ll get there.