Shattered Hearts: Mother's Day 2012 and the Loss of My Brother
Eternal Grief: My Brother's Farewell on Mother's Day
Mother's Day is a special occasion for many, a day to celebrate the love and sacrifice of mothers. However, for my family, this particular day in 2012 holds a very different and painful significance. It's a day that marks the tragic loss of my only brother, an event that still feels like it happened just yesterday, despite the passing of a decade.
I remember it vividly, as if it happened just moments ago. It was around 3 am when my sister's call shattered the quiet night. Her voice trembled as she delivered the news that would forever alter the course of our lives--my brother had been shot in the head and was declared dead. The words hit me like a freight train, the shock and disbelief washing over me. The memory of that day, the emotions, and the pain, still feel incredibly fresh, even after all these years.
In another post, I will delve deeper into describing my brother, painting a picture of the remarkable individual he was. For now, it's important to understand that he was a loving, kind-hearted soul who struggled with low self-esteem and spent his life searching for purpose. His absence has left a void that will never be filled, a gap in our lives that constantly reminds us of the fragility of existence.
The Human mind often seeks refuge in denial when confronted with overwhelming grief. Despite writing and talking about my brother's absence, there are times when I find myself unable to acept the reality. In my mind, he's not truly gone; he's just in another place, in a distant country, perhaps, and hasn't reached out yet. In my mind, the events of that fateful day never happened. It's a coping mechanism, a way to shield myself from the unbearable pain of losing him.
In conclusion, Mother's Day of 2012, a day that should have been about celebrating the love of a mother, has become a somber anniversary for my family, a day etched in our hearts as a reminder of the tragic loss of my bother. As the years pass, the pain may dull, but the memory of that day remains as vivid as ever. In remembering him, I hope to keep his spirit alive and honor the love and life he brought to our family.
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This pain is now our unwanted journey in life. A journey we just can’t turn back and rewind. Yet, we are now more sensible to the sword piercing merciless pain that many nowadays are facing. Many may not see our grievances but within us and others is a hidden scar. I wish I knew the answers to the questions but these go within the four winds…I know I see the world for what it is and someday, somehow we will all go home eternally…we are just travelers passing by on this thing call life. Be brave for this is only the beginning of the few battles we must face and battle yet, I know your strong and a brave warrior, so raise your sword up high and fight the good battle of your King…love you my daughter.