I'm 19 years old and on July 22, 2013 my brother died in a tragic way at the age of 28. I miss him so much. His organs were being donated, we needed to wait 2 extra days after he was declared brain dead to get everything ready for the organ donation and find locations to where the organs were going to go. We stayed with him those two days, talking to him and mourning over the death. We then were able to walk with him to the area he was going to have the operation, we say this was his march to his battlefield to become a hero. This is some what helping us cope.
It still seems so unreal. It's roller coaster of emotions. Fine one moment then it hits me that my brother is dead and i'm depressed again.
I'm just so out of it.
I miss him