Stephan

I have a half-brother who's older than me by about four years from my father's first marriage. I lived with him until I was about five or six and then he moved back in with his mom. When he went back to his mom, she decided it would be best for him and our other brother to not be a part of my father's life, which unfortunately included me. Then about five years ago they came back into my life for about a year before his mom began to think it was a mistake and took them away again. Now, he's nineteen and he can make decisions for himself and he has come back into our lives by his own choice and I am sooooo happy.
Unfortunately, Stephan has a bad disease called Cystic Fibrosis and it will end his life. Now that he is back in my life I need him more than ever and I can't stand that God makes these decisions without thinking about what it could do to the people involved. I love God, but sometimes I question his motives. How dare he steal MY brother away from me. I don't care what the reason is, he has no right to take him away. I need him more than he does. I can't lose him the way I am. He is too young...he is too important. I need him.