Varying Levels of Closure

I took a few days off writing here. The funeral was yesterday, and I had to take time to work on my talk...
The funeral service was wonderful, and the chapel overflowed with people who came to honor my brother. It really touched my heart how many friends he had, and the huge range of age the congregation contained.
One of my previous neighbors, who lost her son to an accident, told me "You'll never get over this. You'll get used to it, but you'll never get over it."
I don't know what it would mean to "Get over it" but I know that Scott wouldn't have me mourning him forever. In fact, I feel a certain level of closure now. After the closeness, kindness, and healing words at the funeral I felt that I could finally go on.
I said "goodbye" to my brother. I told him that I love him, and it repaired the gaping hole I'd previously had.
One of Scott's friends, Chev, told me how he had lost his mother at a young age. He told me the grieving process can be longer and more pronounced for those who were closer to Scott. He said that it is important to talk to Scott, and to thank him every day for the goodness and happiness he brought into my life. He said that this will bring Scott's spirit closer to me, and help me feel it more. He said the expression of gratitude heals.
I am now in a different, less intense level of the same situation. I've had a few bouts with tears, but mostly I feel more calm. I have prayed and asked Heavenly Father to forgive me for not reaching out to Scott more often, and for all of my shortcomings in this situation. I am so far from being perfect.
Today my family is staying home from church. We're going to work on the home, and get it in order. We need to have the foundation of our home as we move into this week.
Last night, All the siblings except Jennifer went to celebrate Scott's birthday by seeing Iron Man. Jennifer stayed with Scott's friends; she brought alchohol to their "Goodbye to Chuglet (Scott)" party. I thought it was really cool that she stayed there and talked with people that Scott spent so much time with. I thought it was cool that she drank with them.
Chev offered to professionally frame all of Scott's Iron Man comics for me at his own expense. I accepted that he could frame the first issue, and that it will go in my studio. It comforts me so much to know that Scott had a friend like Chev.
In fact, it's been healing to see that there were so many people who loved, and love Scott. I think at times I felt like I was the only one that really saw how amazing he was, but I now see that many people saw him for who he was, and who I believe he still is.
One thing I wanted to record was Bishop Smith's remarks...A story he shared about Scott.
The Bishop's family were getting ready to paint the interior of their home. Scott showed up and asked "Can I help?"
They agreed, and the Bishop went on some errands while Scott was painting. When he returned, he saw that Scott had a more artistic form of "painting" in mind. He had painted pictures and murals all over their walls. The Bishop recalled how Scott smiled, and thanked him for letting him help, and then left.
It was so funny, and so awesome. It was totally Scott to do that.
One of my friends at work wrote me a letter. It reads, in part "Your brother lives in you. I believe with all my heart that all though our loved ones are no longer with us in the flesh, they're with us in spirit. Talk to your brother and he will hear you..."
I am at a new level of closure, but I feel as if I'm getting locked into a long-term perspective that I will adopt concerning how I will feel about this for the rest of my life. Right now it is vital for me to turn and look at every good and great thing Scott did for me and others, and express to him my love and admiration for the individual that he was, and is.
In order for me to do this, I must get our home in order. I must complete my studio, and I must move forward.
I love you, Scott.