I can barely talk about it.
My brother, my literal biological baby brother, is dying. He's currently in the hospital getting hospice care, beyond medical intervention and now in the "comfort" phase. His son, my nephew, describes him as a bed of lettuce between layers of blankets, with a morphine drip for pain.
He's 10 years younger than me. I should be the one who departs first. This feels so unnatural, in addition to heartbreaking.
That's all I can manage to say right now, other than I love you, bro.
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