Yesterday morning at 7am, my grandma called in hysterics that a hospital called her and told her my 32 year old brother had died. My mom and I called the sheriff's office and they said he had been dead 3 or 4 weeks and the landlord had found him the previous night. We had a strained relationship and I hadn't spoken to him since Christmas. I sent a happy birthday text in February but he never responded. I feel this crushing guilt that if I had made an attempt to call him or see him then maybe I would've seen that he was sick and I could have prevented his death. I've never had a death in the family and I feel so crushed. I wish I had told him I loved him one more time. If he was sick, why didn't he call us? Why did he ask for help? My mom saw him March 15th and a cording to the police, he died a 2 or 3 weeks later. Why didn't he want us to help? I feel like I abandoned him and I feel so much regret. If hus water bill hadn't been shut off, how much longer until someone found him. Another month? Two? He's already so decomposed that we can't bury him, it's safer to cremate him. I feel physical pain about my poor brother and I don't know how to comfort myself let alone my mom and grandma who also blame themselves.