It's been 17 days today
(San Antonio TX US)
My only brother was found in a hotel room Sunday September 2nd 2012. I played the voicemail and my mom saying "your brother is dead " I just went numb and I still feel that way. I feel like the only person that shared all our growing up memories is gone. I'm just sick. Like that terrible aching feeling. I don't know how to handle this. I'm trying to hold my parents up so I am very strong in front of them because I don't want them to worry about me. I get the feeling like I can't even breathe and that I will never be he same. I wish this was just a nightmare.