how final death really is. I just want to talk to my brother ONE more time, I want him to say something inspiring or cheer me up. We buried him this morning. There were a lot of people there. Like way more people came to his funeral than would have come to mine. It's really unfair that this happened to him when it could have just as easily been me. I can't help but wish that I was dead and he was alive. He had so much going for him and he died just like that. It's just not fair for anyone, because I know it could have been me and everyone would be better off if I had died and he had lived.
