Little sister missing her big brother tonight.
My brother passed away Sept 20th 12:40am at the age of 51. I cannot tell you how many people are saying...It's a blessing...or he is not in pain anymore. Okay yes I know all of this, I don't have to hear it and it's not something that matters anymore.
Dave had cancer in his blood which eventually took over his whole body and within days of hearing it was in his liver he wasn't able to fight anymore. He was 10 years older than me, our bond was so amazing. Sometimes I wonder if we had a better bond then our spouses if that is possible.
I knew the exact moment he passed away I was home after spending the entire day with him, I woke up crying, but also hearing a voice in my head with my brothers saying to me every time we said good night was "sweet dreams"
My brother has a 17 year old son who is graduating high school this year. It really sucks that he will not be around for his sons amazing accomplishments.
I feel a deep loss and cannot stop crying. It's a bad dream, but I keep waking up. I'm not sure I will ever get over this. I was asked by my sister in law to write a tribute to my brother for his services. I am struggling with what to write and how to write it.
Anyway...I could go on all night how unfair cancer is, but I'm sure everyone knows that. I have thought of the why's for 5 years and I still cannot really figure it out why a man who was healthy, not sick a day in his life, took care of himself was given this death sentence. Not only that it was such a painful way to go. Not fair...so not fair.