I was just talking with my Mom today about the difference between losing my 2 brothers and losing my husband. I didn't live with my brothers for the last 36 years. I lived with my husband, my love of my life. The person I chose and he chose me. THAT in itself is different. I loved my brothers, both were younger than I. One was 39, he was the youngest boy and the other was 48. One died in his sleep and one died after 8 days of being in a drug-induced coma we all thought he's come out of. These are different circumstances. We Have to have a different reaction. Yes I miss them, yes I loved them but not the same way as we do our spouses. I have one brother gone for 11 yrs and the other gone for 7 yrs. I am over it even though I miss them but we keep their memories alive. I will NEVER get OVER IT>>>>NEVER. That's the difference. At least it is for me.