D little brother died in August.
I can't get over it..I can't believe it's actually happened. It was so sudden and unexpected. I can't believe he's gone. Forever. Not just away with work or on holiday. But actually I won't ever see him or hug him again. How can that even be? We should have lived into our 90s going to the pub once a week and playing dominoes.
I feel so sad. I held it together through the funeral arrangements. Helped my mum and sil. Organized Xmas for the family. And now I can't stop crying......
I keep it together during the week at work (Just ) but come the weekend I'm a mess. My children miss him. I miss him. I feel cheated and angry.
Where do I go from here? I can't spend the next 50 years feeling so desperate surely?
I just want someone to take the pain away from me