Talk:Game On, Charles/@comment-25160183-20150422024947/@comment-25984379-20150422033653

I won't, for my family's sake, go into great detail. My oldest brother, who was at the time the most important person in my life, went missing when I was about 8. I told myself it wasn't real. I looked forward to all the good things in my life while I waited for him to come back. Gradually I accepted, over the course of about 2 weeks, that he wasn't coming back. I tried to blame someone, anyone, but each time I realized that I had no one to blame, as I had no idea what happened to him. When his body was found by the police, I had already accepted his fate. I refused to blame God as I had seen others do. I kept my faith, and, over the years, have finally rid myself of all grief. It was a painful and confusing process, since he was my best friend and also like a second father to me. But to get through it, I put my faith in God and counted my blessings while looking forward to what were the best years of my life (I had just become a sister-in-law and aunt!). I hope this helps you and your family. Bless you <3