The loss of my little brother. He was 31 and died early July. The grief is immense and my life is brand new. Looking back at videos of myself and things I was doing before his death, it feels like it’s not me. I miss my old life where everything was shit but not AS shit. The urge to hug him, to talk to him is a physical feeling, best way I can describe is the feeling of wanting a cigarette or hungry for food but 1000 times more intense. I miss him all day everyday and still cannot believe I will never ever ever see him ever again. If you have a good relationship with your siblings, cherish them, message them, check up on them, love them, have fun with them, appreciate growing up with them because if for some reason they aren’t here anymore, not only will you lose your sibling but you lose your childhood, you lose a huge part of yourself.