I went to visit my mom down in New Jersey for a few days. We mostly just hung out, went out to eat, did a little shopping. My mom is very happy to see me. We've got other family, of course, but with my dad and my brother gone, I think she feels that in a way I'm all she's got left.
She doesn't think she'll ever get over the loss of my brother. She said that there are mornings when she wakes up, and for a moment doesn't remember that he's dead. Then it all comes crashing back.