My brother has been gone for 5 months tomorrow. His birthday is on Friday. He would have been 31. Dusty suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He served his country in Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom. Although I am still very angry at him for taking himself away from our family, I am now at a point where the grief is setting in. I miss him so much!
The last time I was with him was at our brother Chad's funeral in 2006. It seems just when I get them back they leave me. I am completly crushed. I feel as if my world is starting to suffocate me. At times, I just don't want to get out of bed but I do for my little boy.
I just don't know how to explain it to my husband. He does not understand how terrible I feel about this.
If you read this far, thanks for reading.
Love and hugs to all who have lost a dear loved one!