I've been staring at a blank entry page here for a couple of days. I have a million and one thoughts in my head, but have no idea what to say.
My big brother passed away this past weekend. He was 40. My only sibling.
When we were little he'd say "Why do you think mom and dad stopped having kids after you, Nikki?" And I'd say "Why do you think they tried again after you?" We fought all the time, but we loved each other as siblings do. We'd both make comments when we fought about wishing we were an only child. Neither of us actually wanted that, obviously.
My heart breaks in a way I cannot explain. Rest with the Lord, Scott. Big brother.