One year ago today my brother passed away. I was in Cape Cod knowing that his death was imminent. It was a rough summer. I was very depressed and ended up gaining 24 pounds. I have worked hard to get "right in the head" this year. I decided to get a part time summer job in order to have some sort of routine so that I wouldn't wallow in pain and continue to go down hill.
My brother was 13 years older than me and was married by the time I was 7. His wife did her best to exclude our family from their lives, but he made sure that he was there for me for the important events in my life, and some small ordinary ones too. My Mom passed away during my freshman year of college, and when I thought I would be alone at my graduation, I saw him standing by himself in the crowd. He introduced me to my husband and walked me down the aisle at our wedding (My father wasn't healthy enough to be there). I didn't get the time with him I always craved, but I know he loved me. At the end when he went into hospice, he made my sister-in-law call me so that he could say, "Goodbye." She wouldn't let me have those last moments alone with him, and at one point, he yelled at her to "be quiet." We tuned her out, and I was able to comfort him and pray with him. One day he and we will be reunited in Heaven. Until then, I talk to him daily. Finally, we get to spend time together, just the two of us.