A new happy.
There is never a time where I am happy that I am not sad.
The happier the time, the sadder I am.
Yesterday was my youngest brothers 5th grade graduation. He was 6 when my mom died. I am so proud of the man he is becoming. He is one of the sweetest, most caring, strongest individuals I know. He gave a speech at his graduation as well as won an award. I am so proud to be his sister.
With all of this pride and joy comes a few days of sadness. I am sad that my mom is not here to see this. I am sad that he doesn’t have a mom to see this. That he doesn’t have a mom to fix his shirt and comb his hair. I am so sad that in a few years he will have lived longer without her than he did with her. I am so sad that he has to live the rest of his life without his mom. That he has to ALWAYS be the kid without a mom. I am so sad that he doesn't get to grow up with her.
It’s the happiest days that are the hardest.
















