By Angel Simmons
Monday made 20 years since I lost my brother Timmy. It doesn’t hurt any less. Parts of my heart actually grew numb in the years that followed his passing. I could have been described as cold and reckless by the people closest to me. Truth is… I felt like I had died, too. It took me seven years to claw myself out of that dark hole, then several more to really BE love again- only to have that same bandaged heart ripped out repeatedly. Talk about recurring trauma…
Strangely enough, my brother was with me through ALL of that. He would sit with me in the silence, watch over me as I wept, and find ways to make me laugh when I didn’t think I could last much longer. How do you continue to stand during a 20 year battle? Someone else holds you up! Be it God, the ancestors or your guardian angels, you never really walk alone. Eventually… over some time… after many tears… you start to feel alive again. Sometimes, that’s all you can ask for, and it will eventually prove to be enough.
May 23, 2020