I came back from my brother's funeral.

I came back from my brother's funeral.

She had a long illness and had given up chemotherapy earlier this year to prepare for her death. She married a man she met at a nursing hospital five years ago, and loved and loved her last years.

I've been sick for so long and left so quickly that I can't see you again. I hope you'll be comfortable without pain now. I was able to spend my time without being lonely because many people were with me in various ways, including the funeral hall and Facebook. In particular, my younger brother and his friends did a lot of things, including funerals and tattoos. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

He died on Saturday night and went to the funeral home in Incheon with his family early on Sunday morning. A mortuary was set up around 9 a.m. and he was busy preparing, but the youngest, Ho-ho, collapsed in the bathroom and the chief mourner of another funeral home hugged him and brought him.

I took the youngest, who barely regained consciousness, to the emergency room right next to the funeral hall, but there was no pediatrician, so I went to a nearby hospital where I could see a pediatrician. I did electrocardiogram, echocardiogram, abdominal ultrasound, etc., but I couldn't find any specific cause and over time, I came back with some recovery in my energy. Fortunately, I am fully recovered now, but I was very scared and sad at the time. I was so busy that I couldn't properly inform my brother of the obituary.

Yesterday, I returned home after having my nails done, and I took my father back home. My father lost his mother, his wife, and his son when he was young. I can't imagine the sadness and pain. I went to my mother's grave, where she passed away 26 years ago, to say hello. One of my sons went to her side.

Today, I am announcing this after settling the hospitalization and funeral expenses with my youngest brother. Thank you for your comfort and support.