My 11 years younger brother died suddenly yesterday morning. He was 33 years old. I remember looking after him when we were children although in recent years we drifted apart. He had a big heart of pure gold even if his mind let him down. He was a poet, he was generous to a fault. He was loved unconditionally!
I have to wait until the 28th before I can travel to be with my parents and other siblings. Words cannot describe the grief, I cannot quantify it, I've tried! We don't know the circumstances or the cause of his death yet. I am the eldest and feel the responsibility to be strong for my parents and younger siblings but these feels unbearable.