I Lost My Older BroI lost my older brother. One day I was at my friends house playing and my parents suddenly rushed over to tell me my brother had fallen down a mountain and was dead. It's been almost eight years since he passed away and I still think about it almost every day.
He was the only family member I was close to, and it still feels like I'm wandering through time and space as
a lonely stranger, especially since I hardly speak to my parents anymore and have a completely different life then I expected.
I didn't just lose my bro the day he died, I lost the sense of family, regardless of how tiny that feeling was to begin with.
Most of my girlfriends have older brothers and talk about them all the time. I always feel a pang of sadness and wander what he would be like,
and what I would be like. But I can barely imagine life any other way then what it is now, maybe because his death made me who I am today and I wouldn't take what it took to get here back.