My brother died last week. Biological half-brother on bio dad's side. They don't know why yet, he just went to sleep and didn't wake up. He was living with my bio sister, since he moved back to Wa from Indiana about 3 years ago. Last couple of years had been rough for him health wise - he ended up having to go on dialysis about 18 months ago and had 2 stents placed this past June. He was able to have his dialysis done at home, I assume something to do with the VA (he was in the military at one point & I know a bunch of his other care has been through them). My sister thought she heard someone pulling in the drive & assumed it was the dialysis people, went to wake him up and he was just gone. They didn't know how long but sometime in the night. Given the 2 biggest health issues he's had of late, I'm assuming 1 of those caused it. He was 2 years younger than me. I hadn't met him in person yet, but we'd talked on the phone/messenger/facetime.
He was a funny guy, even after death. Before his stent surgery, he'd gotten his "affairs" in order, so my sister knew where to find his final wishes, etc. He was a big Harley fan, had a beautiful bike. He didn't want a funeral, just to be cremated & then someone was supposed to put some of his ashes in his bike tank & "take him for one last rip."
Told my sister she best check with a mechanic on that, because I figure it might gum up some stuff and wreck something. So, she will & figure out some way to honor his last wishes that way, without wrecking the bike. Then she'll have the urn interred on their mom's headstone if she's allowed to. They'll do a memorial BBQ this summer, sounds like. Won't be able to go to that, unfortunately.
I knew something would happen at some point, to someone on my dad's side, assumed it would be Pop first though, given his age, etc. Wasn't expecting this. I don't quite know how I feel, numb I suppose. Sad. Just not quite myself/don't know what to do with myself.