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I stand in a room untouched for 4 years. As I run my hand on the bed I feel the cold cotton of the blanket, knowing that it will never be warmed by the body of my brother again. The room is filled to the brim with oddities. A football helmet, a dried boutineer, a collection of Red Bull caps and speakers as big as …
When you lose someone close, it’s the memories that bring them back to life again. The holidays are particularly hard, so when my heart aches for Zach and I need to feel close to him again, I put on my headphones, tap on a playlist of songs from when he was alive and I travel back to better times when he was still here. I replay the memories much like I replay the songs, both are well worn and loved.
