My brother passed away 10 years ago, in a car wreck. The first few years( maybe 5) were very bad. I missed him ( and still do!) terribly. I was sad and angry.
I dont know, Slip(& birdgirl)... I suppose it gets "easier". I don't cry anymore,-at least I haven't for a while- but I don't think you really get over the "what-ifs". There are so many of them. There is so much in my life I wished he was here for. I seem to have the hardest time at holidays when the family is together and he's obviously not there.
Yeah. It does get easier.... but it takes a long, long time!
Keep the faith, as hard as it is. Sometimes I think he's the lucky one, not having to deal with life anymore. That may seem morbid, but I truly believe he's in a better place and I will "see" him again.