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I wish I came here more often. This is the place that feels oddly safe from judgment or writer's remorse. I mean, no one reads these things after all. I simply type it out of my head and body and hit publish to not be seen or heard from, and YET feel like I shared. I am presently amid a 2-day grief reminder. I should have predicted it, anticipated it, or made room, BUT alas, tis' how these things go. It's like jumping carefree on a trampoline only to bounce off and hit the ground with the wind knocked out of you. All you can do it hold on till the air fills your lungs back up. Five: June 29th marks 5 years ago when my Brother-in-law took his life. He had cancer. I remember like it was yesterday the barely legible words my husband cried through the phone (as he was at the fire station and on duty), the frantic calls to my other brother-in-law to no avail. The drive to their house at 3am, knocking on the door, and the way he fell to the floor when I uttered the wor...