My boys (again)

Today marked 10 years since my brother's death. I think I need to invent a new word for missing... there has to be a way to describe this dull ache that comes from all that we no longer can share.

As I was walking from the cemetery, i looked at my nephew. He was just a year older than my son, the first time we did that walk. It's such a long time, at a young age, to live without a parent.