Grief doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it shows up in the quiet moments—on a morning when someone is suddenly heavy on your mind, or in the realization that time has moved forward without asking if you were ready.
In this piece, I reflect on the loss of my brother Terry and the way that loss reshaped not just my emotions, but my identity. What does it mean to step into a role you never expected to hold? How do you carry both memory and responsibility at the same time?
This is a story about family, about grief, and about the subtle ways life asks us to become something new—often without warning.
Read the full piece in The Silent Work.