Death, Spiders, Tumblr, and Uncertainty Writing a blog post after my brother dies feels dumb. As though I am pretending the right words can bring him back. Or at the very least, make me feel like I can control my environment by writing about it. The day after his funeral, my family and I flew to Africa for a 2 week trip. So this post will have two parts: My Brother Died and All the Layers of Uganda [with the Cheeley vibes] My Brother Died Zach was 29. As I write this, tomorrow is his birthday. I never thought he would turn 30... 2 weeks ago, I high-fived him and told him I was proud of him for making it this far. He chuckled, drank some wine and said, "Me too! Thank you!" He liked wine. I went to bed a few minutes later, after a brief conversation about his road trip with our grandparents and how much he freaking loved Sasquatch - Music Festival. He lived for music festivals. Especially Sasquatch. That conversation...
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