"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." ~Socrates

It was a year ago, Nov. 11, that I got the call that changed my life. The call notifying me of my brother's suicide.
It was, strangely enough, a very pleasant day spent with my baby sister (she's clean and sober, by the way). We mined a little of his ashes out of the chest I keep him in and took him for a cup of coffee and people watching, a little bit of shopping and then down to Zilker Park.
We sat on the river bank and talked for hours. As the sun was setting, we were able to say good-bye and set the small part of him down the river. (Shh! It wasn't even a cubic inch, so it really didn't hurt anything!). Floating down the river, he looked like a stream of smoke. We watched him until he was out of sight and then came home feeling lighthearted and peaceful...not at all how I thought today would feel..."and it was good".