My Heart is Broken

My oldest brother, Terry, died Tuesday afternoon from an apparent massive heart attack. He had just finished fishing and his boat drifted out in the water. He swam to get it and while climbing in the boat he yelled at his fishing buddy and then fell in the water and never came up.
Growing up my brothers and I were very close. Each one of them played a special role in my life. Terry was my big brother. When something went wrong, Terry fixed it. Even as adults, I still called Terry when something went wrong. He always made me feel safe. And now I can't call him anymore. Words can never explain how much I hurt. I know I am grown and married and I love my husband and kids with all my heart. But Terry has always been there and now he's not. I don't know what to do and I don't know how to deal with this. It has only been 2 years since my other brother, Buster, died and it seems as if everyone is leaving. I know this happens but it doesn't make it any easier. Please keep me in your prayers and pray for his kids and grandkids. The only consolation to any of this is that he was doing what he loved best, fishing. I am thankful that I still have my younger brother, Mike.
Here is a picture of Terry, me and Mike that was taken last Christmas. This will be the last picture I will ever have of Terry.
Terry, I love you and miss you.