Losing my big brother is by far the worst feeling that I've ever experienced.
Maybe if he was older, it wouldn't hurt as bad. Maybe not, but we will not ever find out.
He died legally on March 5,2009. But really he died on February 22, 2009 when he hit the floor. He had a brain stem bleed and was in a coma. He would have not ever woke up. My siblings and I had to make a choice for him. We remembered what he said when our Father was on life support. "He didn't want to ever live like that because it's not living."
I still see him in my dreams every night. It's almost like he is trying to tell me something and it is really scaring me. I don't know how to handle this or what am I to do. Does anyone have any ideas?