This is lovely. My brother died in August 2021, and I miss him every day. We were best friends since childhood, typical Gen X kids who took care of themselves and each other, and I wonder sometimes how I'm going to get through this thing called life without him. There's definitely an emptiness now that is taking a long time to heal
Healing takes as long as it takes. Don’t put yourself on a timeline. But don’t get too comfortable in your emptiness either. Learning to live without your brother doesn’t mean you love him any less. May his memory be a blessing.
My aunt passed away 3 days ago so when this poem reached me I felt weird in the way you feel weird when something feels just right. I called my mom (my aunt's sister) and we read it together and it made me cry a bit. In a good way. The last line is just, so good. Thank you so much.
I know what you mean about feeling weird because something feels right. I actually felt that way reading your comment. I write for myself, but I also write to try to help people move through their experiences. I’m so glad I was able to help you and your mom, even if only in the tiniest way. May your aunt’s memory be a blessing.
That is so beautiful. I didn't see death in that way (or I haven't thought of it that way lately), but yesterday it did dawn on me that the belated feed the earth, a cycle of life of sorts continues.
That poem is really beautiful, and I feel like it expresses a similar sentiment to mine. I’m glad I could remind of that way of thinking. May your friend’s memory be a blessing.
so so beautiful ❤️
This is lovely. My brother died in August 2021, and I miss him every day. We were best friends since childhood, typical Gen X kids who took care of themselves and each other, and I wonder sometimes how I'm going to get through this thing called life without him. There's definitely an emptiness now that is taking a long time to heal
Healing takes as long as it takes. Don’t put yourself on a timeline. But don’t get too comfortable in your emptiness either. Learning to live without your brother doesn’t mean you love him any less. May his memory be a blessing.
My aunt passed away 3 days ago so when this poem reached me I felt weird in the way you feel weird when something feels just right. I called my mom (my aunt's sister) and we read it together and it made me cry a bit. In a good way. The last line is just, so good. Thank you so much.
I know what you mean about feeling weird because something feels right. I actually felt that way reading your comment. I write for myself, but I also write to try to help people move through their experiences. I’m so glad I was able to help you and your mom, even if only in the tiniest way. May your aunt’s memory be a blessing.
That is so beautiful. I didn't see death in that way (or I haven't thought of it that way lately), but yesterday it did dawn on me that the belated feed the earth, a cycle of life of sorts continues.
A few years ago someone I didn't know all too well died too young. He was a nice, quiet man, often misunderstood. And he suffered greatly. I hope he is happy, healthy wherever he is. I wrote a poem after it happened: http://www.parenthesesjournal.com/issue-09/we-do-not-end-even-when-our-vessels-let-us-go-nadia-gerassimenko/.
So I approached those who depart as finding different homes for their souls. Thank you for your lovely poem. It made me feel a bit better about death.
That poem is really beautiful, and I feel like it expresses a similar sentiment to mine. I’m glad I could remind of that way of thinking. May your friend’s memory be a blessing.
Thank you so much. Definitely there are commonalities.