Thinking of You Brother
Mom had a stroke a little while back. She survived and is now in a nursing home. Your sister-in-law and I will be moving back to my hometown next year to be closer to family and to spend as much time with mom before she passes.
Life is a pain at times. Yet, when I am outside walking the dog and the wind blows, I know you are there. When I am reeling in a Catfish at the lake, I believe you are there sitting beside me.
One of our older brothers had you cremated. He gave all of us a small Urn with your ashes.
One of your uncles has Cancer. The prognosis isn’t good.
All of us are now in our 60’s, and you would have been the last one to join that group this December. I became the youngest sibling when you passed.
The leaves are starting to fall from the trees. One of our childhood friends who lives further up north texted me the other day to let me know he is getting sick. If he or mom get there before I do, take care of them. Take care of our little sister. Take care of my son. Take care of yourself. Until we meet again.
To Chaos
Hey brother,
Today I am okay. It’s been 2 years & 10 months without you. Today I am okay. I’ve learned to feel your presence with me when I hear a new song, watch a funny movie, or meet a new friend. I still want to call you, but I know I can’t. Some days that gaping hole in my heart opens up and my eyes begin to flood; but today I am okay. Those new songs I hear that I know you would’ve loved I play them twice, and sing the lyrics you would’ve mimicked extra loud. Funny movies these days make me laugh twice as hard as I imagine sharing that moment with you in the room. Today I am okay. I eat hot Cheetos and Tostitos Pizzas when I’m missing you extra to feel closer with you. Today I am okay. It sucks when I am missing dad, I always want to call you, but end up missing you too; but today I am okay. There’s so many things in this world I want to share with you. I wish you would’ve knew that things would get better… I had to convince myself for so long that that was true for me too. Days change & I miss you always. Today I am okay. Last month maybe I wasn’t okay, next month who knows. Everyday is different, but today I am okay. I feel what I feel, and I feel each emotion so deeply. You changed my life forever and at every stage of life I am still affected by your absence; but today I am okay. I move differently because of you; numb is numb; and sensitivity is sensitivity. Sometimes my days are black and white, some days they are bright, and when I am missing you and lost myself, it’s all grey; but today I am okay. When you first passed and people said you’re at peace, I couldn’t understand! But today I am okay & think hey, maybe you are at peace. I find your birthday numbers often; they appear randomly. The time 3:25. Order numbers 325. Address to location I am going 325; my tips for the night 325, gas prices $3.25; license plates *325***. I know you’re with me. Keep making your presence known please, keep guiding me. Especially on days when I am not okay. XOXO FMC
My big brother was just 14 years old – why he go that way?
I am sharing this post on behalf of my little girl aged 6. She lost her brother on 14 July 24 .
Her brother Rippanpreet hung himself after he had taken lunch with us. Although he was angry his father (myself) objected of him watching too much TV and games all the day, we had no clue only after 2 hours he will take the extreme step .
Now that he has gone, she has started ignoring anything related to her brother, she even does not utter his name from her mouth, and even skip the picture if she accidentally comes across it. Doctor says it’s her way of dealing with trauma, and she is fine.
But I know she is struggling, as she is irritated all the time, angry on arbitrary things, and always demanding new toys.
Can you share your suggestions? I am too worried and confused about her.
Father (sukhraj)
My Brother, My First Best Friend
I don’t want to be angry and feel this way. I just can’t shake it. I love my mum and dad terribly and wish things could be different .
In honor of Raymond Ysias Rodriguez
My little brother, gone after schizophrenia
The burden of guilt
He suffered from addiction and mental health and 4 weeks before he killed himself We fought and stopped talking. The burden of guilt is killing me. I loved and still love him down to my core. I don’t know how to go on.
For my little brother, John M.
Chelsea, my cheech
Sometimes I stalk the internet, your facebook, old videos, to see what I missed. But I know it doesn’t matter now…