I love my brother

Somehow, fixing my blog gives me comfort. I remember, and remembering is good. Peter left today, on to Utah en route to Japan, to begin his mission. It aches really bad. I cried this morning, cried and ran after the car and cried some more and got hugged some more. And then, when I'd cried myself out and read the entire New Era, I sat in bed. And then I took a shower. It turns out that when you smell good, the entire world looks better. And even now, I feel achy and hurt and happy and sad. I'm going to miss Peter. I'm going to miss my brother. Some times, today, I've felt like I should've just kept crying, so people would know that I miss my brother. I think, if you love someone enough to cry that much when they leave, even though you know you'll see them again and be with them forever, you don't have to keep grieving when you've comforted yourself. You don't have to continue to cry, even though it might be easy. If you're ready to think about it from a new perspective, you don't need to try to show everyone how hurt you are, in case they think it didn't matter to you. Because you know it matters. I love my brother so much. I know I will see him in two years, and I hope that through the inspiration he has shown to me, I will be able to grow and prepare, be ready for him to get back. I love my brother so much.