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Today is not about Raising Good Husbands. Today I am using my blog as a way to vent. To explain the break in my heart that will likely never heal. Today is about Pain.
This one may be rough.
So tomorrow is the 8th Anniversary of the death of my brother. REALLY?! "Anniversary" When I think of "Anniversary" I think of happy celebratory things...This is a date I do not want to CELEBRATE! Save your cakes, your cards, and your well wishes. This is NOT something I want to remember. Plus when you use the word Anniversary it somewhat requires a phone call to those celebrating with you. Its not that I want to call my parents and say "remember when?" But if I don't call them....well I don't want them to believe I forgot either....believe me I will NEVER EVER EVER forget.
So we have become accustomed to a short call just to say "I love you" and that's it.
We don't say anything else.
Its a call I have made 8 times.
Tom has apologized 8 times to me for my loss and not knowing what to do.
8 times I have told him..."Its not your fault its just hard."
Who knew this would be my life? I should be celebrating my brothers marriage. I should be looking forward to our next family get together. Maybe excited to hear about my new nephew or niece. NOT 8 times of this.
When I let myself go there, which is hard not to do when this date comes close. I cant help but remember. I think its ok to remember the pain, the hard stuff. But it SUCKS! So its not a fun place to be. But its all I have when it comes to this date.
I recently watched a movie called the Rabbit Hole. Nicole Kidman is in it, she was nominated for an oscar. But it was lower budget and didn't make a real big impression at the box office. Anyways. Its about grief. Nicole Kidman plays a woman whose 5 yr old son dies. His dog whom he loves runs out into the street. He runs out after it. When the car swerves to miss the dog it hits the boy and he dies. Her mother in the movie also lost a son when he was in his 20s to drug addiction. There is a scene in the movie where the two mothers are cleaning up the 5 yr olds stuff and placing it all in a corner in the basement. As they look at the small pile of stuff that represents his 5 yrs of life, Nicole's character says to her mother, "Does it ever go away" (meaning the grief). Her mother says "No." Then goes on to explain...I will paraphrase....at first its big, then it changes as time goes on, but its always there, always. But if it was not there you would have nothing so you learn to respect and cherish it, because its all you have left. Without it you would have nothing to tie you to the person.
What happened to my family turned our world upside down. And not for the better. It changed my family dynamic, took away my best friend, and altered what I expected for my future. Plus it just plain SUCKS!!
Yes I have memories good, funny, loving, but just memories. The tangible thing I have is grief. If that sounds sadistic its not meant to. Its just what I have left. And in someways I am grateful for it.
I miss him terribly. Who he was and what could've been. What could've been is harder to handle now than I ever thought it would be. That's new to me and very raw. Very raw. I have a huge lump in my throat and breathing thru my nose just to type these words. He was a pain in my butt, he made me crazy, but he was my only sibling. He was it. Now, now there is just me. I would take him back in a second. Take just one minute to squeeze him, tell him that I love him. Just one moment. Every single one of my good memories as a child involves him. Now he's gone just a memory. And even though it was 8 years ago, the pain is ever evolving. Sometimes when I spend time with my husbands side of the family its hard. I think it will never be like this on my side. Not there fault, just hard.
Oh don't get me wrong. I celebrate his life. I celebrate how intelligent, loyal, funny, fun loving, and driven he was. I celebrate who he was and who he could've been. He had a big personality but only let certain people see it. He had a close network of people. Sometimes at his grave site there will be a shirt, baseball, or other memorabilia there from those who you know really knew him and loved him. He made an impression on those who loved him and he will not be forgotten.
23 years on earth just isn't enough time. Simply NOT enough.
Yes I am blessed to have had him for that long. There are plenty of people who have lost someone they loved in a shorter period of time. If I was in a better place right now, I would remind you to hug those you have now, mend fences to fix broken relationships, you never know what tomorrow holds.
But today I am just sad.