I miss my brother. I miss talking to him. He died nearly three months ago. Age 30. Alone at home from a seizure. That hurts my heart that I was not there for him. I live away from my family and spent almost 3 months with them. Now I'm back in London alone and every day is a new struggle. Today someone told me I'm so brave but I am constantly sad and in tears.
I feel so alone, he was my only sibling. He was always a phone call away and would help me get out of feeling being homesick. I used to miss him so much when he was alive and far away and now he is gone the hurt is immeasurable.