Today marks another anniversary in my life. One I will never forget is the day the police knocked on my door late one night to tell me my brother had passed away. I have never been more numb in my whole life and shocked, to say the least. It’s been 12 years and I won’t ever forget it. I will never not cry when I think of him. I had hoped after so many years that my brother and I would find some peace in our lives and live a fulfilled life together. Things were looking up for both of us. But for him, at 50 years of age, his life was cut short. To this day he is one reason I will do my best to go on, to thrive, and live a good life with what short time I have left. I don’t want any more regrets.
I also lost my father earlier that year, in July. And my mother would follow them all about 2 years later. My oldest brother died when I was 16 and my grandparents passed when I was very young. I find myself all alone, except for my wonderful husband. Death is permanent but I encourage you to go on for them—the ones who have passed on.
Remember…The way you honor them by striving to live fully, despite the pain, is truly inspiring. It’s not easy to carry on when so much has been taken away, yet your love and memory of them continue to push you forward. Your strength, even with the weight of all you’ve endured, is remarkable. Thank you for that reminder to live with fewer regrets, to cherish those around us, and to hold close to the ones we’ve lost. And know that, while loss can feel isolating, you’re not alone. Those you love are with you, and their legacy lives on through your courage.
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