Submission 211

To my Brother,

I lost you nearly three years ago, and I am still to process it all. Some days are good, and the relief I feel is no longer just temporary- but the reality and reminders of you still crush me before the day is done.
I would give anything and everything to hear your voice again; to listen to music with you; to share a meal; to hold your gigantic, calloused hand in mine.
Happy things have happened in your absence; the world had kept on turning. Yet, I am scared of what may be and will be, as it is a future without you. I am heartbroken at the thought that any children I potentially have will never know you. I am filled with sorrow at the thought of our parents aging and passing with no one else to truly share that burden with.
I try to tell myself that, in a way, you are still here…