|Bruce, me, Brian in Japan, Christmas Day, 2014|
Bruce and Brian were very very close. Naturally. I don't entirely understand the "twin bond," but it was eerie how much they thought alike. And acted alike. Brian is inconsolable.
At the moment, we are trying to keep moving. Brian is the executor of the will and there is so much to do. The pain is there, bubbling to the surface periodically, but working keeps it temporarily at bay. Yesterday, I even spent a few hours in the studio. Grabbing the scraps from my last project, cutting, sewing, ironing, not thinking. The piece in progress is looking very jagged. Echoing the turmoil in my head.