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.

Never any right words, but you can certainly use a little more love right now. Take care of you and God bless you and your entire family 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥