I had a dream. We weren't that close but I love my brother just as much as anybody else. In my dream, he died. He was a seaman.
As someone who tries very hard to master my temper and my emotional stability, I pretended to be okay despite the bad news. A few moments passed and I found myself crying in pain. I was very sorry for him. How could he just die that fast. He didn't have the chance to come back home and enjoy what he's accomplished. I kept asking why. And I felt deeply saddened.
One loud phone alarm woke me up in the morning. And I realized it was just a bad dream. What's more painful than losing someone you love? Tell them how much they mean to you, and that you love them - before it's too late.