It’s been 23 years and my grief is still fresh as if he died last week. I was very young too and I’m realizing these days that I didn’t even have a chance to grieve while consoling my mom and figuring out what I was going to do with my life. I’m glad that I tried to stick with the kind of life how my brother wanted me to live. I loved him so much that the the excitement and joy I had when he visited us is something that I never experienced after he passed away. He is still my beacon even though we had only so little time together. Thanks for sharing this.