I miss my brother

So, my brother, Aaron, died almost 2 years ago.  I haven't seen him in over two years.  I just miss him a lot.  I think about him every day.  Sometimes I think about him more than some people might think is healthy.  I wish for some conversations that we can never have but that I wish we had.  I wish for understanding.  I am in awe at life's fragility.  I've thought a lot about death and about how truly unexpected it can be - we never think we can be the victim of death.  Even writing that, I shake my head at myself.  Everyone dies so of course we'll be a victim of death. Yet...I'll just say, I think about this a lot. I spend quiet moments and actually really loud and crazy moments thinking about life, death and Aaron. And when we have family reunions, I really really miss him.  Somehow, it's just not right.  I have siblings that couldn't be there for the reunion and it's sad.  But the void of not having Aaron actually hurts still sometimes. 
Something I love - I got a locket from the Mr. and I put a picture of Aaron in it. Whenever I wear it, which is a lot, Miss E grabs it and says, "I wanna see Aawon."  He died when she was about 4 months old.  I'm glad she knows his name.  I'm glad Miss A knows who he is.  I'm glad when she says she misses him.  I know she is just saying that, because she's thoughtful of my feelings sometimes, but I really appreciate it.
Someone said to me, 3 weeks after he died, "wow. you seem a little better.  I'm glad you're getting over it."
Well, I'm not over it. I'm not over him. I love him and miss him and really hope I'm never over it. You don't get over it. You just learn how to live with it.