My brother died unexpectedly 3 weeks ago. I keep asking my self when will the tears go away? The first few days i kept hoping that i would get a phone call or a knock on my door with the good news that he was alive, and a mistake was made with identity. After we were given his belongings by medical examiner it became a reality.
I went through a few phases of denial, anger, and confusion. I know I must be strong for my mother. Being at work helps me keep my mind occupied. I miss him dearly, and the thought of not growing old with him really hurts. I don't know where to begin with healing, but I know it will get better with time. Any words of encouragement would help.