death in the family

this June 16, it will be a year that my brother Bernard, died. After suffering two strokes, pneumonia ended it all. I could not believe it. That death was the closest I had ever experienced. Now it is me on that sinking ship, alone to face the world. We went throught WWII together. He is the one who went to find Father Bruno Reynders, who came over to get me and snatch me to a safe haven, from the hands of the Nazis.
Bernard's wife died a month later after being taken to the hospital.
Still processing all this.

I started again to write a book, an autobiography, a set of anecdotes and I am thinking of perhaps serializing it here....not sure what to do ....yet