as time passes

As time passes, my brother's memory lingers. The hurt of loss is not as concentrated as it once was. It has been nearly six years now. I often feel neglectful to his memory. I feel like I'm not doing something that I should, though I really don't know what it is I'm not doing. His only son, my nephew, is the same age as my oldest son. I feel I could be more for him, and keep telling myself that as he gets older I can and will be. But 400 miles separates us and we only get down to visit family about every other month. But remembering a lost loved one is tricky. Time obviously helps the grief to get easier but that easing of grief brings the feeling of forgetting and neglect. I'm not sure a day passes without me thinking of him, though maybe some days it does. So odd and unnatural to lose a brother before his time.