Loss of my brother

I lost my brother on Monday February 16th. He passed away at my mothers home. It still seems to be unclear what really caused his death but my mother and the doctors spent quite a long time preforming CPR to try everything they could to save him. Mark battled his own demons for many years and I think his body finally gave out.

I am deeply saddened by the lose of my brother. I feel like a piece of my soul had been destroyed. I feel like I have lost the one person who understands my childhood. The one person who knows why you have to burn the hamburger helper or why I can't even hear the theme song to "Married with Children" without cringing. I feel like I will never be whole again. I didn't talk to my brother every day or every week, but when I did talk to him, he never ended the call without telling me he loved me. It is hard to believe that I will never get to hug him again or talk to him again.

Mark was a wonderful brother growing up. Mark was a wonderful Uncle to my daughter. He always knew how to make her smile. He would tease her until she whined or cried, but then he would give her a big hug to make it all better.

I know that it will take time to truly heal my heart. I know that it will take time to recover from the incredible about of lose I feel. I know that life will go on. But it seems like it will take such a long time to feel healed. But that's all I have now, time and my memories of Mark.