I’ve only really loved a very few people in my life, but my brother was one of them. The most difficult time in my life, (and I have had many), was when he committed suicide. I have not experienced such grief nor wept like that before or since his death. After his death I remember lying on my bed with the shades drawn all by myself and rethinking our life together. We faced tough times and good times together. We had our sibling rivalries to be sure and I cannot say we always got along, but I can say that in our own way we deeply loved each other always . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2020/01/appreciation-2/