11yrs for me; I actually grew kind of used to the name-calling thing. I don't go home a whole lot but try to spend a few days with my parents 1-3x a year, and I feel like all is back to normal when they call me my brother's name. We're all "home" again.
Different experiences for different people :)
(P.S. My brother was not facing incarceration but had significant mental illness, just feel like I can identify with the loss. Do not believe anybody really close will, you like said, truly get over it. Time really does not heal all wounds.)
Different experiences for different people :)
(P.S. My brother was not facing incarceration but had significant mental illness, just feel like I can identify with the loss. Do not believe anybody really close will, you like said, truly get over it. Time really does not heal all wounds.)