I was really looking forward to teasing my brother on his 40th birthday. (He's the older sibling.) His birthday is Tuesday and I'm planning to buy a balloon bouquet and (with my children) release them into the sky.
My husband says I'm wasting money buying my brother a card and balloons, but I don't care. It's my way of grieving. Since I live 1600 miles away from my brothers grave, and I can't visit his grave, I am doing other things.
I still can't believe my brother is gone. Every morning I wake up, remember my brother is gone and feel like I have a knife in my stomach.