Love to a brother

My brother died two weeks ago. He had always been really handicapped, but somehow I felt as if I knew him well - I know that I did. It's been hard and I can still cry about it, mostly because I've lost one of the most gentle persons I've ever known, but life must go on. I haven't been posting many entries the last days, and this is why.

But still... everything can't be sad. I've still got so many fantastic people around me every day to make me smile.