When I lost my brother I griefed for a very long time I didn’t want anyone to talk to me or ask how I was doing, I wanted to be left alone in my room by myself. “ The Beauty of knowing how to comfort a griever, melts the ice of fear and discomfort through authentic love and understanding with the passion of caring” ( Coppedge P.44) When I was finally ready to come out and talk to people about what happened it really helped me a lot because I knew I wasn’t alone and the only one griefing about his death. No one knew what actually happened but me and everyone had so many questions and at first, I didn’t want to talk about it, I couldn't get it out I would just cry because now I have to carry the baggage of what if I told Bradley to put his seatbelt on or if we had just ridden with my mom and aunt. I felt that it should of been me who had died. But my support system and knowing I had everyone that loved and cared for me around I knew that I have a purpose to be here and there is a reason I didn’t die in that car accident. Once I got everything off my chest I knew things were going to get easier it was like breaking the ice because I was scared that people might put the blame on me or be mad that I lived and he didn’t. The passion of everyone caring and showing they loved and cared about me and everyone that was there for me really helped me get better because I felt so alone, I lost my best friend, my brother. Knowing that I would never be able to see him again killed me more that actually the death