My brother passed away. He simply could not go on any longer. He’d been in the hospital since his accident on Halloween. He never seemed to catch a break. As soon as he would show signs of recovery, another complication would set in. At least when I was there right after his accident he seemed responsive. When I got the call from my sister-in-law last week that things were bad, I flew back out to see him. I didn’t recognize him. He had wasted away. I was very blessed to be at his side when he passed to comfort his wife and daughters, my nieces. The hardest thing I’ve ever done. It is wonderful to be surrounded by family and to be able to support one another, but he was our big brother. He held the family together. He was who my mother relied on most. He was months away from retirement and was in the process of building his dream home on the land he had spent decades purchasing and developing. You see, he had a dream of buying back the old family homestead that had been sold off over the years. And he did buy a lot of it. He had his dream in reach and it was snatch from him. I’m just sick with depression. Love your family and give them lots of kisses. I never knew when I gave him a hug goodbye in the summer it would be the last time I talked to him. Cherish your loved ones.
A devastated sister,