He will never love you like I do

The funeral was sad, but fortunately all the family was calm and in a forgiving kind of mood. I was able to reconnect with all my brothers, because they all showed! My oldest brother arrived at the hotel half dressed as we all were beginning the procession to the cemetery, but he hopped into his pants, and back into his car, and though he kind of ruined the order we had all agreed on by being the last car, he was there. I stood alone during the service trying not to cry, and I succeeded almost. There were a few tears, but no major breakdown, and when the pastor went to place the lid onto the vault, he nearly fell in, which lightened the mood a touch. My siblings and I were able to reconnect, we went out to the pub on the last night and just caught up on each others lives, two of my brothers had no idea I had even been sick, and I had no idea that they had both moved, and that one was engaged. We have said (yet again) that this time we will visit each other more, and try to keep in touch. I had the same conversation with my brother the last time I talked to him... four years ago. My brothers were my silver lining this weekend, had it not been for reconnecting this would have been a terribly heartbreaking time.