Grieving is a difficult thing. Its been a month since I lost my brother, and its hurts more now. There are moments that come along where he pops in my head and I wonder what he would do in this situation or that situation. There are moments where I just want to cry. Its like there is a piece missing where he should be. I just hate grieve. I know it will never go away. I will always be grieving my big brother even as I start to slowly move forward, things will never be the same.