It seems odd, really. You think you’ll be with your siblings until the end…Long after your parents have moved on to Heaven, even longer after our grandparents have left this earth. What you don’t expect is to lose the bond of unconditional love (or as I like to call it, unconditional tolerance) known as siblinghood. 

Writing has always come naturally to me. But today, I found myself dragging my feet when it came to this post. I knew I wanted to write something on PSS about the anniversary of my brother’s death–because part of the reason why I love blogging so much is the shared human experience. Just as I experience ups and downs about my self-image and fashion sense (and sometimes lack thereof), I also experience pain, grief, and loss. None the more poignant…