Hi Amber, my name is Kelly. I lost my brother in a motorcycle accident 6 years ago. He left behind a pregnant wife, 2 daughters and a new house at that time. His wife was 35 wks pregnant at the time of his death. I got to go in the delivery room with her & watch my nephew be born by C-section. Today I look in my nephew's eyes & wish he could've known his dad. He was a rebel without a cause but we loved him dearly! He was an awesome guy with long hair, he was a rocker, and loved his motorcycle. I miss him dearly every day. Holidays are not the same! He was the first death in our family and it really tore me up. The pain will never go away; it may ease up but it never really goes away. There's always that "part". Now my dad who died at 65 in a motorcycle accident last July is with my brother and I have to believe they are watching over us and riding their Harley's together somewhere!
It hurts. So cry when you want to. My family doctor told me I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ( I was just getting able to cope with the loss of my brother, then it happens again to my dad ).......Life will never be the same without them! We lite candles for them at Christmas and cry with each other; then we can laugh at memories and things my brother did. Beings my dad passing is so fresh, we haven't accomplished being able to laugh at his memories yet! Hopefullly time will let us.