Hello, I just wanted to talk to someone who may understand or help me a little. My 16 year old brother passed away in March after a year battle of a very rare cancer. Osteosarcoma. This was a type of bone cancer which rapidly progressed. My brother - as all younger ones who battle cancer -was more or less my inspiration. I take my strength from my little brother. I have family 7 who are absolutely amazing. We are very lucky in the perspective that we all look out for one another and the have lots of nieces and nephews which keep us going. Before my brother left us he helped us prepare for his loss. At such a young age he was truly an amazing character. He believed that god gave him to us to look after for 16 years and he has a purpose to now go back. The strength my brother carried allowed us to take this loss very well. I know we are very lucky to have said all the words we wanted to say and being surrounded by his family was 100% what he had. I just miss him so much…we were the closest in age of brother and sisters. Him being 16 and me just turning 22. I am currently sitting my exams to get into university to do Nursing. I have found some sort of strength to carry on my studies and currently head in books revising. I am very grateful I am dealing with it in the way I have. My little brother really looked out for me and gave me the best advice about my college and had such an interest. It really should have been the other way around...but he cared so much about others. I supported him as much as I could and we did nice things. There is no guilt with losing him and wishing I could off done more. I knew I was helpless in the matter. I am just finding it so hard thinking about not seeing him again and going into his bedroom and not seeing him. As time is going on and things are starting to die down, it’s really getting so much harder. I feel a little bit lost and can’t control my emotions, leading it to being moody and snappy towards the ones closest to me. I am finding it a little difficult and keep reflecting on the time we lost him, which I know is still quite raw. He passed away middle of March this year. I am starting to see the reality of it and don’t feel so numb and in shock anymore. Does anyone understand how I feel?