My little brother passed away two years ago today. He was only 15, a few months from his 16th birthday. He would be turning 18 this year.
All day, I have been quietly distracting myself. I didn't realize this until I had to ask my husband for help because I was making plum syrup out of the tiny little plums that grow in our parking lot (Don't worry, I researched the variety of plum when we moved to this apartment and I confirmed that they are safe to eat. They are very small, about the size of grapes, so I can't pit them in the traditional way, hence squeezing them), and while I was sque