My brother passed away last week and it has ruined my entire life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again and I don’t know how to move forward. He saved my life when we were kids which means I literally wouldn’t be here today without him. And now he’s gone. I don’t know what to do. Life is never going to be the same again.
I have two other brothers. They’re just as devastated as I am. We were all sitting in my brother’s room last night drinking beers and talking about him. My heart was broken the entire time but after roughly our tenth beer we came up with a really good idea. We’re going to talk to a tattooist in the Brisbane area about getting memorial tattoos for my brother. The three of us will tattoo something different on our body so that we never forget anything about him.
I’m never going to forget him and I could tattoo my entire body plus more and still have more to say about him. I just want him to come back. I wasn’t ready to lose him. He wasn’t ready to go. Life shouldn’t be this unfair. Sorry, I’m going to have to take a break and get back to this blog post sometime soon. Things are just a bit much for me at the moment, if I’m being honest.
Sorry about my inactivity over the past week. When I logged off I just didn’t have the heart to log back on. It makes me too sad to talk about my loss and I felt overwhelmed at the thought of finishing this blog post. But my brothers and I have spoken to a traditional tattooist who is very keen to help us. We’ve shown her photos of our brother and told her about him, and she’s going to create designs based on what she knows. We’re going to approve them or make suggestions soon. I’ll let you know how they go.