Its been 9 months since my brother died. He was 31, a husband, a father to 2 little girls, a son and brother. Cancer crept up on my family with stage 4 intensity and within 6 months he was gone. Over that time i watched him slowly and painfully die while raising my first baby who was born 4 weeks before he was diagnosed. Some days are a real struggle still and i wonder if it will ever not hurt so much. I miss him incredibly and it pains me to think of the life he should have had. No idea why I'm posting this i guess i just needed an outlet for my grief.