This Monday I found out that my older brother passed away. I've cried a total of, well, I don't even know how many times this week. I'm crying now. I just feel like shit. The whole thing was completely unexpected. We waited days to find out why he died only to be told that they can't conclusively say why he died, but they think it was heart failure. He was dead for at least 10 days before someone finally found him. What kind of a way is that to go out? We probably won't even get to do an open coffin; which is what I wanted. I wanted to see him one last time.
He was so young. No one deserved the bullshity life that he had.
RIP Brother. I hope you're somewhere safe and happy and without the shit that made your so life hard. No more struggling. I'll see you again someday.