I don't really know what to say. My brother is gone. I can't really wrap my head around it. He was 52, and struggling with the death of my parents and his own unhappiness in life. I feel like we all watched him slowly disappear. What should have been a wake up call was the end. I don't know what to do, how to feel I am sick over this. I miss him terribly and understand that he will never come back but I just can't deal. I have a husband, two beautiful kids and still I am suffering terribly. I feel like no one understands. There are three of us he was the oldest I am the youngest. He was my brother, father, hero, fan rock ..