Volunteering as Legacy (Warning: Very Personal Blog Ahead)
I lost my younger brother to leukemia when he was 13 years old. The years since his passing have been a rollercoaster of pain, anger, uncertainty and disbelief. There’s no blueprint for grief. No instructions on how long the pain will last or how to answer questions that come from a good place but make you feel the feelings all over again or support you when you feel guilty in the moments when you’ve found a modicum of happiness. In the first few years after he passed, I was