Yesterday I had to go to visit my parents and deliver the news that my brother had passed. There is just something wrong with watching parents mourn the death of a child, no matter the age of that child. Children are supposed to bury their parents, not the other way around. It was so hard to watch their initial grieving.
My brother would have been 53 years old today. For him — what a way to go. He died in his sleep. For those of left to feel the enormity of the loss, it is heart-wrenching.