My brother would have been a grandad today
I lost my brother 7 years ago, he was out enjoying a ride on his bike when a lorry hit him. I hadn't seen him for many years before he died as we just seemed to lose touch and this is something I will never forgive myself for. I think about him all the time and all the fun things we could have done together if we hadn't of been so busy and involved with our own things. Today his daughter gave birth to her first child and it has set me off again, I think I am fine and then something comes along and throws me off track. I feel silly still getting upset about something that happened such a long time ago but it still feels like yesterday I was told. I just want the pain to go! To make matters worse, no one told us when he died, his wife and family kept it a secret to make sure they got all his money, had the funeral without us and now refuse to tell us where they have scattered his ashes, I just need somewhere or something to see or go to!!