This month of January marks two years since I lost my brother. Some days I think I’ve adjusted to this new normal in my life, and I have a sense of bittersweet grace and acceptance. Other days it’s a horrible jolt where I’m reminded all over again that he is gone, and I find myself reverting back to the girl from January 2016 who had just heard the news and couldn’t begin to make sense of a broken timeline that made no sense.