Having lost my beloved brother almost two years ago I know all too well the pain that comes with loss. One of the things I try to keep in mind is that I have to focus on the good, on what he left behind and the wonderful memories I have of him.
I keep asking myself when will the pain stop, when will I get over it? I have no answer for that, I do know that slowly day by day the constant ache has eased. However, I have accepted that I don't think I will ever totally get over it, I will never stop missing my brother, and there will likely always be times when I feel like my heart has been ripped out, I will be reminded of the profound loss.
I also know that someday I will see him again. Once again we will be laughing and even now when I have a dumb accident (I'm a klutz) I can hear him laughing with me. I can hear his voice reminding me that I am a strong woman and that his family needs me.
I've also found that remember him as he was, a good man, someone who loved to laugh, someone who was always willing to help someone, and most of all someone who loved me I am reminded that as long as I remember him in my heart I will never be alone.