I miss my brother- pics

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

The first pic shows him and me side by side- there were eight years between us so he was already out in the world while I was still a kid. Yes, I admit that dorky little boy standing beside that soldier is me in all my glory. He was my hero, my teacher, and my best friend. We went to the wrestling matches together and watched many of the old time greats fighting up close. He picked on me, he tormented me, he played jokes on me, and I always came back for seconds- he was my big brother, dammit, so it was cool.



This pic is the last one taken of me, my brother, and my father all together. It was the last time the three of us were in the same place at the same time. My brother passed away about a year later, but my father lived on for many more years. My brother died twenty years ago- he went to his rest on June 7, 1988. June 7 happens to be my birthday.

[seemunkee]

1. ,,,

:hug:

[skygazer]

2. I'm sorry

It's strange to lose a sibling. I lost my older sister 2 years ago and it still feels really strange to say that.

:hug:

[swag]

3. Those photos are great. Thanks for posting them.

You all look like good guys.

I love that first picture.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

4. I really WAS as out of it as I looked in that first one.

I spent my first twenty or so years with my head totally up... in the clouds. :evilgrin:

At least my ears don't stick out like that any more...

[emilyg]

5. Thank you for sharing with us.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

6. My dear Prisoner_Number_Six....

I cannot imagine how much you love and miss your brother...

Mine is younger than me, and though we don't talk often, we love each other...

He gave me my first computer, which made DU possible...

These are wonderful pics!

Thank you for letting us peek into your past, sweetie...

:hug:

[Manifestor_of_Light]

7. Damn, I can relate. Thanks for the beautiful pictures.

My sister died from cancer in July of 1990. She was also nearly 7 years older than me, and I looked up to her, just like you looked up to your big brother.

I will tell you what helped me: Going to Compassionate Friends.

Compassionate Friends is an organization for parents who have lost a child, for any reason, accident, illness or whatever.

The group I went to has a sibling group. The people in the sibling group ranged from age 8 or 9 to my age (at the time I was late 30s).

I sat in both groups, the parents and the siblings, and they both helped. The opportunity to talk about the person you lost, and have other people listen respectfully, did more than anything else to help me heal.

My first ex-husband's big brother died suddenly a couple of months ago. I saw him at the memorial service, for the first time in nearly 30 years, and told him the same thing I just posted here.

A friend of mind told me something very wise: She said that when I got to be the age my sister was when she died, I would be depressed, and have a hard time dealing with the fact that I would go on and be older than she ever got to be.

She was right. I did have a serious depression when I got to the age she was when she died.

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