It's hard to know what to say when someone dies. We apologize for death as if it were a thing we have failed to fix. But death is a part of life; it doesn't need to be fixed. It needs to be lived with. When we heal death into our lives, it offers richness and meaning. I was angry at so many things those first years after Michael died. I took a long time to unpack the emotional responses and the visceral reactions I had to almost everything. In order to heal, I had to become a new version of myself. Processing Michael's death offered me clarity and perspective on what truly matters in life and what real pain is. I am a better human being because my brother died, and that is a difficult thing to accept.