Answer: In my life I've experienced a loss that has
been traumatic for me which can also be for most
people. One night, in November I was having a
movie night with my four kids and husband when
around eight o'clock I suddenly got a phone call that
changed my life forever. On the other line was a
family member of my brother's girlfriend. I could hear the tone of sadness in her voice as she explained to me that both my brother and his girlfriend had died in a car accident.
I was so in disbelief that I hung up the
phone and I called my brother over and over
and over again. He didn't pick up which was surreal because he always answered when I called him. At that moment I thought to myself that maybe he really was gone. After the incident it took me years to
overcome the pain that I felt in my heart.
The memories of our childhood and the things that happened to us growing up only reminded me of the pain.
We had our good times and bad times but one thing I knew was that we would always have each other.
His loss felt so heartbreaking that it affected me physically and mentally. I stayed in bed for
weeks and those weeks turned into months. It made me think that this pain would never end, but deep down inside I knew that I needed to learn how to deal with the pain rather than trying to get rid of it.
My brother, someone that I truly loved and grew up with was a part of my life that I didn't want to lose.
He was my sunshine and was always there for me. He was the light that made my darkness disappear.
Ever since the our grandmother Irene, which was the person who raised us passed away, it always Felt like we only had each other because of the fact that both our parents were in prison and were never truly involved in our lives.
So it felt like it was my job to pay for all
the awake cost and prepare everything
which was getting my brother
cremated. It was hard but with the help of
my husband I knew that I would get it done the
way my brother would have wanted it to be.
My brother would have approved of how it
all looked. He was always someone I could talk
to. He was a backbone for me and was also my
husband's best friend. They grew up together
they loved each other. I was so depressed
when I lost him. He had a way about him that
could really light up the midnight sky.
I was depressed and crying all the time. I knew
if my brother could be here he would tell me to
stop being crying and to carry on with my life.
My Nieces, nephews, and children knew that if
he was still he'd tell me to not cry for him that he's in a better place now. It was so hard but I ended
up little-by-little getting out of bed, going to the
meetings and trying my best to not think about
the pain I felt in my heart on a constant basis.
But the one way that I overcame the pain was
by going to the meeting of Jehovah's witnesses,
studying the Bible, and learning what the
scriptures had to say about death.
I knew that one day I would see him again; I
knew in my heart that one day I would give him
a hug and tell him how much I missed him.
Until then I had to live with the pain of missing
him, but learning to rely on my husband,
family, and friends taught me that I could deal
with pain in a way I thought I could never deal
with so I can thank them for being a listening
ear and for being a shoulder to cry on.
They never once turned a their backs on me.
They always stayed there listening to me
whether it was good day or bad day; They listened
to the pain that I was feeling and gave me
hugs and talked to me or even just stood there
by my side and listened which I really truly
appreciated. Now I can say that I feel so much
better and I don't feel so sad anymore but for
anyone who does lose a brother or a loved one that
i'm truly sorry and I pray to my god for them so
they can continue to live life in a good healthy
way.
Explanation: I rewrote a couple of sentences so that i'd make better sense. Hope this helps you.
