Today it has been 4 weeks since my younger brother commited suicide and it still feels like it was today when my dad called me at work to tell me he was gone... I wake uo everyday thinking it was a dream and he's still here, but then I see his picture and I cry, realizing it wasnt a dream and that he really is gone. I just miss him so much, the pain is unbearable... I dream of going to his funeral over and over and me crying when I saw his peaceful face in the casket when i got to say…