I have two brothers - or HAD two brothers. Gosh, having to correct myself when I talk about us is such a trigger now. We lost our dad very suddenly 5 years ago. We all suffered a lot, but my older brother moreso. He never recovered from it, and the day he passed away all he did was talk about my dad. Someone found him when it was too late. He had fluid around his heart that he never knew about. I honestly believe he died of heartbreak... He just started his new job and he was so excited. He was the best brother to me, helped me emotionally deal with my dad’s loss. He was an incredible uncle to my kids and my nephew who is old enough to understand, asks for him all the time. He was Such a caring and loving person. Such a huge loss. He was such a big part of our lives. I loved him ever so much. He was my best friend too.
I relived the same events when I found out about my dad’s passing the day my brother died a few months ago. I got a phone call like I did with my dad. The drive down was horrific. We had police officers tell us that he had passed and they gave no information as to where he was or what had happened. Trying to locate my brother was so traumatic, and we all had the hope they had it wrong. When I first saw him lying there, cold, my beloved brother - I cannot explain the shock and horror. The reality daubed on me, that I had to go through the exact same with my brother that I had with my dad. But this time, I didn’t have him to support me through it. My younger brother is more closed, I have a care giving relation to him. This was my older brother who had passed and he took care of us through our loss.
I’m not sure why I’m posting this, but figured it can’t do any harm. An outlet. I posted here when my dad passed and the comments I found to be very comforting.
the intial stages of grief are awful, and that’s where I am at the moment. The human heart is an incredible thing. It seems so fragile, yet it can bare so much pain and still keep beating…