Creating a Tribute Space at Home to Honour My Fallen Brother
The day I received the message from my mom while at university is one I will never forget. My heart sank as I read the words: my brother's body was finally home. Four years had passed since he left for the military, and those years were filled with countless dreams and hopes for his safe return. I had been in my dorm room, surrounded by the ordinary chaos of student life, when that message arrived, abruptly pulling me back to the reality of loss. My brother, who had been my hero and confidant, was coming home, but in a way no one ever hopes for.