WrIting Poetry
It was my brother Jim's birthday yesterday, but I'm not sure how old he would have been. I'm 56 so he would have been 63 but he was taken two days after my 41st birthday. I was devastated and I'm still grieving. Some would say I'm hanging onto it too long. I don't care. I love him and I miss him so much. I'm having compassion for myself in feeling it's okay to be not okay. Every day I cry and know I need him in my life. I would never tell anyone to "get over it!" Most people who know me expect it to be over by now, except Curty. Curty is my Jamaican Daddy. He's a good man with such a positive outlook on life that he inspires me to be better. He is a kind, compassionate human being who is always making me laugh. Curty always makes me smile. Even when I have a really bad day like I did a couple of days ago, he is so loving. He gave me the nickname "Micheboo" which is my pen name on Poetizer. My Instagram account is also @mich_eboo .
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