When the loss of a sibling becomes a memory.

securedownload.jpg

Death touches us all at some time and it is never an easy place to be. We all have our own ways of dealing with the inevitable sadness and grief that the loss brings and all our different ways of coping are equally valid. In my case I cope by putting things into compartments until I am ready to peek under the lid. Up until now I haven’t been able to look at how I really feel about losing my brother. The initial news was inevitably of shock and that creates a kind of numbness. Then there is the empty space between the news and the final farewell. Funerals are strange and for me, stressful events, an odd mixture of pleasure at seeing family and friends and huge shared sadness.

I loved my brother, he was older than me and did everything before me including marrying and having a family. I was never in any rush to have my children and enjoyed the freedom the LSO and I had in those early years. Probably just as well as now we look after the AP, we have no freedom.

But back to my older brother. He was always there somewhere in my life. We never felt the need for constant contact and lived at either end of the country but distance and the passing of time never seemed to matter. When we met up or talked on the telephone it was as if we had just seen each other recently. During the last two years the LSO and I were able to enjoy some quality time with my brother. They had always got on well together and enjoyed each other’s company both having similar interests in fishing, shooting, the countryside and dog walking and for that I am truly grateful. I guess there are regrets but they are not worth dwelling on, the past is the past and should stay there and even looking back there was nothing any of us could have done that would have changed things.

I know that I must treasure the good memories and they will always be with me. I don’t want to hide away nor do I need too much sympathy as that makes me a bit weepy.  I don’t believe in wallowing as that can turn into self pity. I have always approached most things in my life in an utterly practical and mostly positive way so I will carry on as I usually do but keeping a special place in my heart for my memories of my brother.