my brother finally gets buried Tuesday in a military cemetery since he was the disabled son of a disabled ww2 vet.

we spent the weekend deciding what to put on his headstone. Cross, name, DOB, DOD, "Dear Son and brother."

I keep thinking there are no more tears, but more tears come anyway, especially when I look at his picture of being only 16.

I will be so relieved Tuesday getting him in perpetuity resting place buried with Mom and Dad. I cannot thank enough the Veterans that helped us with getting a spot in the military cemetery where my parents are buried as he was disabled before he was age 18, so my brother had a VA case number. So much pain with turbo cancer after the effing vax.

Plus so much trauma with a disabled vet. So much pain. I guess the pain never ends because you can't go back and change anything or fix it?💘😰🙏 But I cannot get even one person to tell me what they think really happens after we die, other than we are Christians and have Christian beliefs.