I've been kind of pensive today - tonight is the annual gala that I attended two years ago. The tickets are very, very expensive, but some benefactors always donate a few tickets so that some nurses can attend. I went out and bought an evening gown and really glammed up for the event. I felt like a true princess and I enjoyed the experience. It was magical.
Sadly, it was that evening that my brother took his life and I can't help but think of him when I think of the gala. Things go through my mind that shouldn't, but do. I wonder about his last evening and how it compared to our night at the gala. I think about what he was thinking, the decision he made and him going through with it.
I also decided that I couldn't go this year because I'm part of the gala video presentation this year. They wanted to do a tribute to people and those who they've loved and lost and they set the montage to music. I participated. They had us do a photo shoot with a photograph of the one we lost. I brought a photo of JP in a canoe on a lake. I
learned yesterday that he and I really stand out because his is the most natural, unposed photograph. I don't think I could have stood watching it.
It's been two years. He was my baby brother. Does it ever stop hurting?