Losing a sibling feels like losing a part of yourself, a bond that can never be replaced. It has been 6 months since my brother left this world as I held his hand, and with each passing day, I feel like I’m moving further away from him. It’s a pain I can’t describe, and it’s made worse by how often siblings seem to be forgotten in the process of grief.
People don’t check in anymore. They don’t ask how I’m doing, and it feels like my brother is fading from their memories. But not from mine. I carry the weight of his absence every single day, and I’m angry, angry at the world for taking someone who had so much life left to live.
I don’t know how to navigate this. No one teaches you how to live without someone from your childhood who is supposed to be there til you grow old. I just want people to know that siblings grieve too. We hurt too.