My brother is 5 years older than me. Notice how I say "is" instead of "was." He will always be 5 years older than me.In the future, I am sure someone will ask me if I have any brothers or sisters. And I will always say one because I do have only one.
Since my brother is 5 years older than me, he is more aware of what was going on in our family's life back in the day. I was 1 and he was 6. I was 5 and he was 10. So naturally, he would be more aware and know more things because he is older.
Now that he has passed, half of my history is gone. And it totally sucks.
I grieve for the lost stories and knowledge.
I grieve that I am all alone.
I grieve for what was and for what would have been.