Today I Lost My Adopted Brother

Today, my heart broke in a way that words can barely explain. My adopted brother passed away today, and even writing that sentence feels unreal.

No matter how life unfolded, no matter the distance or the silence at times—he was still my brother. That bond never disappears.

Adoption made our connection unique, but it didn’t make it any less real. We were part of the same family, the same story, the same chapter of life that shaped who I am today.

Losing him feels like losing a piece of my past, a piece of my family, and a piece of myself.

Grief is strange. It brings memories flooding back—moments I hadn’t thought about in years, feelings I didn’t realize I still carried.

There’s sadness, love, confusion, and a deep ache that sits quietly in my chest. Today, I’m letting myself feel all of it.

I wish things could have been different. I wish there had been more time, more conversations, more chances to say what mattered.

But even with the things left unsaid, I choose to remember him with compassion and love.

My brother mattered. His life mattered. And even though he is gone, he will always be part of my story.

Rest peacefully, my brother. You are loved, and you will always be remembered. Forever 43.

With a Heavy Heart Tonight, Crystal Amon

Princess Crystal Says

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