My heart is heavy and my footsteps slow as I head into this weekend, for I am burying my big brother.
My only brother.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. It should be another forty years before I take these steps, before my heart shatters like this.
I wasn’t prepared for how hard this would be, even though I knew it was coming. I’ve known for 15 years that he would die, that this incurable cancer would kill him, and there were several times when we thought it was close. But he always rallied. Amazingly. He faced everything with a positive attitude and summoned the will to Not Ever Give Up.
My brother was a BAMF when it came to cancer.
My brother was amazing.
And I can’t quite fathom the world without him.