When she said she'd forgotten to tell me about a hospice visit, I tried to believe her. But these slips of memory continued, and my doubts kept resurfacing.
We did it so that after he was gone, his family could remember him in his beautifully fitted suit and feel thankful that they saw their son get married in his lifetime.
All that mattered to me was that I was marrying the man I loved and the people that I loved were there to share in the moment. It was the happiest day of my life.
I used to be the salacious sex blogger Queerie Bradshaw, but after my brother's death I just couldn't do it anymore.