Two months ago today, my brother passed away in his sleep from complications of an epileptic seizure. He was 26 years old and he died in his girlfriends arms. One year ago today, I picked him up for our last visit together - Christmas in Vermont.
This is the paper house we had made for his memorial service offering him some last few earthly comforts to aid him to the next realm. I'm not sure he's using them, because I often feel him near me still.
Rest in Peace little brother. I love you.