But how can I learn to live in a world that doesn't include my brother? All my life, I've always been my brother's sister; it's part of my identity, part of who I am. My brother is part of my past; we share a common history. And we had plans for the future. I must, therefore, shift my perspective and change many goals in order to assimilate his loss into my life. Needless to say, this is an emotionally painful process because it feels as if I'm weeding him out of my life, which only compounds my grief.
