Those of you who have suffered a soul wound through the unexpected death of someone close will understand.
I thought that this April 17 would roll by without much impact.
But the veil of grief doesn't take a year off - and today is one of those days in which I'll revisit the impact of loss four years on.
Four years. How is that possible?
After Jimmy died, I swore I'd be a better man than I was then. It has taken me four years - I think I can say I am - not yet what I could be, or should be - but better.
My deepest regret is living with the question never answered of the man he would have been four years later.
I love you, brother.