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Hello, Scott.
I was saddened to read your post.
Life can be cruel, in many ways. I have lost a father and a brother over the years. My father was 59 years old and my youngest brother just 7 days. My brother I never met, my father I still miss - he died in 1977.
It appears that you had a deep affection for your brother, in which case you too will miss him but never forget him.
Your plight brought to mind the following - if you are not familiar with the piece and have the chance then take the time to read the whole poem (the text is readily available on the Internet). It's a little morbid in that it dwells upon our mortality but at times it can be somewhat comforting.
Please accept my sincerest best wishes. My thoughts go with you.
John
From Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard"
The Epitaph
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melacholy marked him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
By Thomas Gray (1716-71).
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