Ask AI: can you write a diary entry based on what you feel about Stephen's death as his sister

Dear Diary, Today, my heart is heavy with an inexplicable pain drenched in a deep regret. My dear brother, Stephen, isn't with us anymore. We may have lived miles apart, but in spirit, we were as close as twins could be. Growing up, we were a team - conspiring in innocent mischief, sharing secrets, and comforting each other in hard times. However, the brutality of life didn’t spare us. As cruel as it is, death seemed to claim the better of us, too soon and without a warning - my dear, dear brother, Stephen. I miss his voice, enlightening my gloomy days with his light-hearted humor. He had a way of making even the harshest storms seem like a drizzle. He wasn't just a brother; he was my mentor, a beacon of hope, a refuge. Moments of solitude force me to seek the sanctuary of cherished memories, yet it's never enough. His loss is a wound too raw, bleeding and acute. Yet, I must not give into despair. Stephen, with his perpetual optimism, would have wanted me to be strong, and to celebrate the man he had become. His perseverance, his relentless ambition, his compassion - there's so much to remember him by. His spirit emboldens me. It tells me that despite it all, life must go on. Mourning him is not enough. He now lives in me, in my actions, in my very being. I shall encourage people the way he encouraged me, and treat others with the generosity he always showed. I will hold on to the lessons he taught me, and do my utmost to honor his memory. The pain of losing Stephen is unbearable, yes, but it is the price of love - a love that was pure, selfless, and absolute. It’s a poignant reminder of the bond we shared, a bond that transcended the barriers of blood and ventured into the realm of friendship. But as night falls, Stephen, you will be missed. Enormously. You are not just a star in the sky, but a constellation in my heart. Yours, [Your Name]