I don't really know the purpose of this thread but I just need a place to vent. Gonna be kinda long.
My dad found my brother dead this morning. He was 41. He moved back in with my parents a couple of years ago after he got divorced, had a stroke, and then was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease. He was also diabetic. I was getting their groceries when I found out. Dropped everything to get to them. Saw the ambulance and I don't think I'll ever get my mom's pleas for my brother's life out of my head.
We all got covid the Sunday of the week of Thanksgiving. My brother was hit the hardest and ended up going to the hospital because he couldn't hold anything down. He lost a lot of weight. We ended up quarantining together until this past Saturday when all of our symptoms were gone (we were better by the middle of last week tho). He was doing fine and gaining some weight back, and then today he's gone.
I spent most of the day consoling my family, now I'm back in my apartment and I can't stop crying. I thought I was dealing with it reasonably during the day but I can't help but have this overwhelming feeling of guilt that I might have given my family covid. I've been getting their groceries since April (for the most part, sometimes my parents insist they need to go get some ingredients at their fav Asian market). But outside of that and their morning dog walks, they haven't seen anyone else but me. We've been masked up from the beginning but I still feel like this is on me and it's impossible for me to get out words so I wanted to write. My brother and I were born 18 years apart, but he was still the best older brother and I never felt like our sibling relationship was different because of our age.
For anyone that went through something like this or lost a sibling, does it get better? I feel like a part of me got ripped out completely out of nowhere. How do you cope? Sadness and guilt are all I can really feel now.
My dad found my brother dead this morning. He was 41. He moved back in with my parents a couple of years ago after he got divorced, had a stroke, and then was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease. He was also diabetic. I was getting their groceries when I found out. Dropped everything to get to them. Saw the ambulance and I don't think I'll ever get my mom's pleas for my brother's life out of my head.
We all got covid the Sunday of the week of Thanksgiving. My brother was hit the hardest and ended up going to the hospital because he couldn't hold anything down. He lost a lot of weight. We ended up quarantining together until this past Saturday when all of our symptoms were gone (we were better by the middle of last week tho). He was doing fine and gaining some weight back, and then today he's gone.
I spent most of the day consoling my family, now I'm back in my apartment and I can't stop crying. I thought I was dealing with it reasonably during the day but I can't help but have this overwhelming feeling of guilt that I might have given my family covid. I've been getting their groceries since April (for the most part, sometimes my parents insist they need to go get some ingredients at their fav Asian market). But outside of that and their morning dog walks, they haven't seen anyone else but me. We've been masked up from the beginning but I still feel like this is on me and it's impossible for me to get out words so I wanted to write. My brother and I were born 18 years apart, but he was still the best older brother and I never felt like our sibling relationship was different because of our age.
For anyone that went through something like this or lost a sibling, does it get better? I feel like a part of me got ripped out completely out of nowhere. How do you cope? Sadness and guilt are all I can really feel now.