My brother passed away in his sleep Friday morning. He was only 40.
I am completely and totally paralyzed. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel as if I'm walking through a huge daze. Sometimes I cry. Other times I'm able to laugh. But the zombie feeling has stayed with me since Friday.
Its times like these that the importance of documenting our lives becomes more insistent. Who else can tell our stories but us? I am trying how to figure out how to document this painful time in my life without totally losing it.
Grief is the worst pain I have ever felt!