I can relate so much, unfortunately. Reading this post, and all the details that you provide about that day - I can remember so well the day that I learned my sister had an accident... and the night that she passed.

I found out it took a lot more effort to get back to normal life afterwards and I feel encouraged that you have been able to.

The worst part is the need for meaning - in what happened and in what you want to happen for your life - and the high burden it can impose on someone. Two years in, I feel that acceptance is indeed the only way to be able to fly again.

Thank you for this post paul... and good luck handling that day and remember your beloved brother.