I lost my little brother in 1975. I was 12 years old and my Brother was 5 years old at the time of his death. He was born premature(only 3-1/2 lbs) and was not expected to survive at birth and he did live 5 years. He touched so many people in those short 5 years and to this day I will always remember him for his smiling face and happy go lucky way about him. He went to the doctor on a Friday night and was gone the next morning, we found him in his bed, My Dad had died two years prior to losing my brother, and he was an alcoholic and his liver failed, but the death of my brother really affected me so much more than that of my Dad. I cried and cried and asked my Mom why? and she told me that God took him so that he would not have to suffer growing up with all of the issues he had with his health. I will never forget how much it HURT inside of me when my brother died. I am the second oldest of 7 kids and was very close to my Brother. He died of spinal meningitis and then we all ended up sick and in the hospital soon after he died (within a day) I was too sick to attend his funeral. God Bless your family and have faith in God that he is now in a better place and will never hurt again.