This wasn't fair my dear God! This was so not fair.  You got me through mostly all my tragedies, but I thought those tragedies were over.  My brother was like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow with his warmth and love.  All that knew him, loved him, but I was there when he was born and I watched him grow and then grow up. We were close. He understood love, always saying I LOVE YOU.