What should I do?

I am just so frustrated and it all stems from the fact that certain friends of mine in seattle have made very bad comments.The girls at the center told me that one of them said that i had no business in putting my brother in that nursing home! I heard this two weeks ago and i cant believe it! First of all..I did not put Frank in that home.Frank went to Social Security in New York and requested it! He told them that he can not longer keep up the house and he was getting sick.They directed Frank to a caseworker in New York.She suggested to give it a try and caseworkers very seldom come over.But on this rare occassion..a lady from the state of New York did.The place was just fiftly and Frank told her everything.Frank told her to call me and ask for my opinion.She did not call me..she wrote me a letter and asked me various questions.I did call her and we both concluded that Frank cant live by himself no more.He was just getting sick.Not even the neighbors told me! He did call Stanley and told him about the house.He asked Stanley to put him in the home because he was just so sick.The caseworker told me and my other brother it would take at least several months..but then she made a few phone calls and there was an opening.Frank stayed at the same nursing home with my mother! His room was next to her! And he would always check on her! The last time that I did see him alive was in 20000.Brad and I drove cross country and it took up a week.When we did arrive in New York..we were exhausted.Frank was just so happy to see us!But he sensed that Brad was hiding a secret.It is evident.And once people saw him then..they knew he had a drinking problem.Brad has been clean and sober since July of this year.He no longer drinks and for this I am glad..it almost drove us apart.Frank would call me every Tuesday and we would talk for half an hour.He would tell me about George Steinbrenner and The Yankees.There was a box in his Franks room that I have never opened.In the box was a bad and he told me that he had a surprize for me.I have never opened the box and bag until last week-end..In this bag was the first album of Elvis Presley.It is an album that nooone can get nomore.It is in mint condition and underneath Elvis album..was an album that I always wanted..It is the Greatest Hits of Hank Williams.This to is in mint condtion and I refuse to sell them.I also have programs from Yankee stadium and I will never sell them either.On Wednesday..I will see my new doctor and he will give me some new medication..but i have realized this and I have realized this for a long time..Frank is gone and I will never see or heard him again.I will never hear the phone ring again and I will never hear How are you? I will never hear his laughter or his love of the song Blue Hawaii.Frank always told me that if anything happened to him..he didnt want me to mourn him the rest of his life.Frank told me to mourn him just a few years and then he said..it will be time to move one.Now I have got a question..How does one move on? Does anybody know? What are we suppose to do? And Frank is right and he was so right people do desert you.But what do you if they come back? What do you say? So I am a bit frustrated and today I am going to celebrate my holiday of Columbus Day by having a banana split at the new ice cream place that just opened up the street.