Today my brother died. Actually my half-brother but I think that is kinda stupid to have to add. We had the same dad.
He was always sick. He had a horrible disease. I always felt guilty that he was sick and I was not. I worried that Punkin Head might have it.
I never met him, nor spoke with him.
My sister, aka my half-sister had to do the heavy lifting on this one alone.
And she sounds so sad and so heartbroken.
I just feel so bad for her.