Triathlon this weekend
Today M and I were talking. This weekend is that triathlon. We were going to go but I kept putting off the planning. Then when it came right down to it, I started getting all weird about it. Feeling sad. Like, I want to go and cheer this guy on, but the memory of my brother is still so strong, I just keep crying whenever I even think about driving up to watch this guy compete. I miss my brother so much, I just think I’d get to emotional. I feel like I should go, but I just think I’ll be too sad, and he would not want me to be sad.