It’s time to get on.
It’s been a crazy rollercoaster of a week.
A bomb strike. We found out that my brother had passed away. Nothing had prepared us for such shocking news. I have spent the week rushing around the country. Seeing family. Keeping busy. Thinking lots. Not sleeping lots. Speaking lots. Trying to come to grip with the enormity of the whole situation. Also I’ve been trying to make sure that somebody was there for dad and alan as much as possible.
It’s crazy to think that it’s possible to lose a brother at such a young age. To start with almost too much to comprehend.
I think I was blessed to have spent some time with him so soon before he was gone. We had a great time together, connecting, conversing, laughing and experiencing. I feel lucky to have been able to understand him to a level that others in the family did not quite manage to. I think these have allowed me to accept things slightly better. I have done my crying, but now am not sad. I’m happy that his spirit is now free to go and do other things, including being with mum. So I wish him well on his journeys. I know he will always be with us in many different aspects.
One great thing has been meeting some of the people whom he was close with over the past few years. Nobody has spoken trough politeness. Everybody has had a common thing to say and that is how much he has affected their lives and how much of an ongoing effect he will continue to have even though he has gone. It is almost impossible to understand how many people he has touched. He has taught people so many things, and turned so many peoples lives around. It would be impossible I think for any person to live up to how great a being he was.
So he will live long with us, and no doubt watch over us to make sure that we continue to well in the future.
We must all learn from our experiences, grow stronger and bigger, and make more of life than we could imagine.
Good bye little big bro.
So off to the new world we venture.