How do you make the adjustment when the only one left of your immediate family moves on to the other side?
I’m talking parents and siblings.
The ones you’ve known your whole life.
The ones who love you no matter what.
Who’ve been there through thick and thin.
How do you accept the fact that you’re the only one left?
My brother, my only sibling, passed away yesterday morning.
I didn’t get to say good-bye.
I didn’t get to say I love you.
I didn’t get to hold his hand and tell him everything will be okay as he took his last breath and moved on.
I will miss him.
But I am glad he is no longer in pain.
He is whole again and walking along with those who have gone before.
Rest in Peace, Brother Bear!