brother

2015/1/9 ....excatly 3 years ago my brother died with only 34 ( cancer).
It was the worst day of my life so far. I still hear the screams of my children from the time they heard it. Since that day, something of mine has died with him. Even after 3 years the pain is still very big. My sisters and I carry his name as a tattoo on our right foot. It makes us feel, that he is still there „somehow“. I miss him so much....