April of 2011 my younger brother who had just turned 34 a few days earlier took his life in one of our childhood homes, a home I owned at the time. He was my only sibling, and to say the years have gone by and the need to talk to him has only grown stronger. Since his passing, I feel I not only lost a sibling and a best friend, but also became to some degree an orphan. The pain and suffering for them is truly something I can even begin to understand, as a father myself I can not fathom their pain. As a child of theirs, I feel the day of my younger brothers death was the day I lost my parents too. It feels they have decided to just allow life to exist in wait of their deaths, instead of embracing the life they are so blessed to still have. It is painful to me to watch them live out the rest of their years like this, they have grandchildren, great grandchildren, and so many friends who love them. I can manage my pain, and my loss of Michael (my brother), but how do I get through the pain of watching my parents suffer and distance themselves from living?