It's been my first Christmas day in 42 years without my brother. Stupid I know but I sort of expected him to knock on the door yesterday morning as usual. I keep hoping he'll come back.
I kept busy organising the funeral, then I returned to work after a month or so which was a distraction and then I threw myself in to organising Xmas for the children as he wouldn't want them to miss out. Ds didn't ask santa for anything he just wanted his mummy not to feel sad all the time.
I feel a bit lost today and so alone. I miss him so much