Tired, so tired. For a day celebrating triumph over death, my fire is low. I knew there would be painful things about this weekend as the hard, inevitable changes take their toll on my family, and there were, though I was glad to have been here. I have been very blessed with such a healthy family for so long. Grief comes for everyone eventually. I think things will get harder for a little while longer.
I did have a moment Friday night where I noticed my dad, brother, and I all had matching, beat-up hands with visible cuts from our various week's workings. It made me smile: among my people, people who disregard hands as tools.
So, here's a picture of us fishing a half frozen river in upstate NY. I'm 14, my brother is 12.
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