I sat on my bed looking at the photos in my hand from when I was a kid. I saw the pictures of me and brother and smiled, I felt fresh tears at the corner of my eyes. My brother passed away a week after that day at the hospital. Today was his funeral. I couldn't find the strength in me to accept what had happened. The one week in the hospital I stayed with him day and night. Not missing the last moments I could have with him. 1 day ago. I was sitting beside him at night and talking about our experiences like he could hear me. I wish he could hear me, someone in there. I held his hand and told him how much I loved him. I felt him stir a little and I looked at him shocked, I immediately called for the nurse and the doctor. Oliver too came inside the room as he was speaking over the p

