I lost my brother
It was always the three of us, my two brothers and myself, with me in the middle. I lost my brother at age 50 to a two battle with cancer. He was like my twin, we were born close together and he was the balanced voice of reason in the family. I always thought we would grow old together. He fought so hard and went through so much pain and he dealt with it with humor and kindness. I feel like the best of the three of us was taken away to early.
I came home every other month from across the country to see him while he was sick, but I missed saying goodbye. I found out he was terminal on a Wednesday, I bought a ticket to come home on Thursday, but he died Thursday morning. My mom had to call to tell me he passed away and I had missed seeing him one last time.
I have been really surprised how little support I have received from those around me, two people in my office out of 100 offered condolences, close friends have never asked how I am doing. I think people think of all the family members you could lose a sibling isn’t as hard as say a parent, a spouse or child. But I wake up every morning missing him. I miss his funny emails, I miss our shared history and he is the only human who really ever saw the world exactly like I did.