Create a sad, funny and sorrowful epistle of my brother "Godson " who passed away 11 years ago due to appendicitis

Subject: A Letter to Godson Dear Godson, It’s been eleven years since you left us, yet every corner of my heart still feels that empty space where your laughter used to resonate. I often find myself reminiscing about those ridiculous moments we shared, like the time we tried to bake a cake and ended up setting off the smoke alarm instead. Remember how we blamed it on “the oven being possessed”? We had everyone believing that our kitchen was a haunted pastry chamber. What were we thinking? But then again, maybe it was a precursor to the chaos that life would throw at us. You always had this uncanny ability to mix up joy with absurdity, and now it seems that the world has taken on a more somber hue without your lighthearted antics. Who else would imitate our parents so accurately, making them laugh until they cried? Your impersonations of Dad trying to assemble IKEA furniture will forever be legendary. “It’s always the last screw that goes missing!” you would shout dramatically, with an exaggerated swoon. Life has carried on in its usual, bewildering fashion. I wish I could say it’s gotten easier, but there’s a bittersweet taste in our everyday routines. It’s surreal how time ticks on, yet I still catch myself setting a place for you at the table during family gatherings. And each time I do, there’s that moment of hesitation when everyone smiles knowingly, but inside, we all feel that familiar ache—the reminder of how much you are missed. Sometimes I think I can hear your voice cutting through the silence, teasing me about my cooking skills—or lack thereof. I often find myself daydreaming about what you would be doing right now. Probably getting yourself into trouble, making friends with every stray animal you come across, or debating the merits of pineapple on pizza a little too fervently. You’d somehow turn it into a political discourse, and before we knew it, we’d be fielding calls from confused relatives who’ve heard about your “Pizza for Peace” campaign. Yet, my dear brother, as I sit here, it's your absence that tugs the hardest at my heartstrings. The world seems dimmer without your infectious spirit lighting it up. I wish you were here to witness the quirks of life—the joys and the burdens of our family gossip, and the strange conundrums of adulthood that just baffle me more and more. Maybe you’d have a smirk about it all, and somehow turn the chaos into comedy, reminding us that laughter is often the only way to cope. So, here’s to you, Godson. To your legacy of laughter and love. Eleven years may have gone by, but you are woven into the very fabric of our lives, echoing in our merriest times and mourning our deepest sorrows. Until we meet again, keep on baking those heavenly cakes and conjuring up those fantastic stories. We’ll hold each other in our hearts, and I’ll keep pretending I can hear you urging me to find joy even among the sorrow. With all my love and laughter, [Your Name]