My Lost BrotherWhen I was 10, my half brother and myself were separated. The story goes that after my parents divorced, my mom remarried and left my brother, half brother, Peter and myself with my grandmother while she went on honeymoon. I remember being with my grandmother at this time and at some point, my cousin, 2oyrs older than myself came to my gran and told her she was taking Peter, which she did and brought him up as her own. My mom told me yrs later that she did nothing about this as she did not want to have her own niece in prison.
My dad moves my brother and myself further away from the family and occasionally I would see Peter but that too stopped and for years i wondered where he was and asked but no one would tell me.
31 years later my brother told me that a friend of his had invited him to a braai ( BBQ ) and also his neighbor. little did this neighbor or my brother know that they were brothers. That night Peter got drunk, fell and as my brother Alan tried to help him, he felt what felt like an electric shock.
Well, about a week later Alan tells me he may have found peter and I collapsed on the sofa and cried. Alan could not remember where this house was but I asked him to give me a desc
The Sunday we went to Peter and my husband told me not to put my hopes up as this Peter may not be the one I am looking for, to which I replied; " I will never forget his eyes and will know the moment I see him".
When I saw him, there was no mistaking and I just hugged him with joy.
Immediately, he wanted a drink and that scared me but I did not realize that he was so nervous. I thought at that time, I don't want to get to know someone who has a drinking problem.
He kept calling my name so softly and wanted to hold onto me. Soon we left and for some reason, i dismissed him from my mind. The ironic thing is that when I drove past a certain house, I felt compelled to pull into that street but thought I was just silly as I had no reason to go there. Little did I know that Peter lived down that street.
For a year, on his way to work, he would come to a street 100 metres from my home and turn right. Had he gone left, he would'v driven past my home.
or some reason, I just dismissed him from my mind for a few days and then on the Wednesday, i asked my husband to phone Peter and invite him over for he Saturday.
Come Saturday, Peter walked in with a single flower for me and I told him to sit wherever he chose and he told me, no, he wanted to sit next to me. My husband sat opposite us, happy that we had finally found each other. The weirdest thing then happened. peter and i seemed to talk to each other without opening our mouths and high fived at the answers and that we cud so called "mind read". My husband, concerned lifted his hands and said, what the hell is happening here? We just laughed as we did not understand it either, neither did it scare us. We talked for ages and for days we cud not get enough of each other and talk.
One day i felt miserable and snapped at my daughter and Peter smiled and said it was OK, he too had been feeling like that all day and even broke a glass which made him more irritable. my daughter stopped and said; uncle Peter, that's exactly what my mom did too today. Did not think much of all this ut eventually my daughter in law said to me that had she not seen for herself what happened between Peter and myself, she wud not ave believed it.
I fell 3 stories (pushed y a bloke) and damaged my spine and survived because of 9 years of ballet, according to the Dr, yrs later. Peter fell 4 stories and landed in hospital, swollen and showed me his x-ray with the 2 metal rods down either side of his spine. If I was in pain, he cud feel it, 15 miles away and visa versa.
we had so many similarities that it felt as if I had a twin. Whatever happened to me on a daily basis, happened to him too.
The 13th March 2004,the morning. i told him that he needs to be with me till the sun rises and I told him that I did not know why but that it was important. He was OK with that but a woman who refused to leave him alone and seemed jealous of us, was at his home the Saturday afternoon and did not want to leave and slept over.
later that night my son took me to the hospital, as I had the most severe pain in my chest and head. They gave me morphine and once at home, i was soon asleep.
next morning, siting with my daughter in law, Alana phoned and told me that the paramedics were with Peter trying to resuscitate him. I collapsed and then instantly felt calm. We drove to peters house and seeing so many people around Peter, I stepped back outside again. When they wheeled him out, his eyes looked whitish and I knew he was gone but denial had set it.
out he house, i knew he was gone. We went to the hospital and waited till a lady asked that the family of Peter must pls come in. I felt that peter wa going to be so embarrassed with all the commotion he had caused and when I walked in the room, there was no Peter. this woman who ID not leave Peter alone had walked in with us. When we were told that he had had a heart attack (age 37 ), I screamed and fell onto a chair. The nurse sprayed something in my mouth and whatever it was, it helped. i have seen the light of peter and his presence since he died and really don't care if others believe it or not. My daughter and eldest son have seen him too.