ok so this is gonna sound SUPER bad I guess—my brother, he was sick for YEARS, like really sick, and when he finally, you know, passed? The first thing I felt wasn’t like, GRIEF. It was this... quiet, almost like a hum. My brain just kinda clicked off the alarms it had been running forever. And I almost felt… peaceful? Like I finally got a good night’s sleep after a marathon, you know? And that’s probably a terrible thing to say out loud, even here.