The Funeral

My brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his old self. He said he would hurt himself anymore. Apparently he lied. In the empty shoebox I found notes, written by my brother about his death and the events leading to it.