For My Brother

That's so sad. I'm sorry for your loss. )=

I am very sorry to hear that. I lost my dad when I was four years old . I can understand your feeling.

Heartbreaking... my thoughts are with you today.

that was a amazing story. i have never lost a family member that close to me before so i dont no how its like but i had to comment to tell u i am sorry for u and ur family.

I lost my daughter this year, not six months ago, and I can tell you that I want to die too. However, for my children I try to keep in as much as I can my negative feelings. That doesn't mean I don't want to talk about her, I miss her so much and I know that her brothers miss her too. It's important for me to know that other people remember her. I'm afraid they will forget. Talk to your parents about her, let them know how you felt at the time and how you feel now. I think they would like to know and you might be surprised to find out how they were afraid to UPSET you. Good luck and don't be afraid to keep his memory alive. It validates his worth and yours.

Lostfooting, I am terribly sorry for your loss. I couldn't imagine being in your shoes. It is so hard to lose any close member of your family, but the loss of your spouse or your children would have to be the most unbearable. I am always very fearful of losing my son, & I know it's because of my past. I see so much of my brother in my son and it makes me miss him so much more. My son just started kindergarten yesterday & my brother only went to kindergarten for a week and a half before he passed away. Seeing my son so eager about his first day flood my mind with the memories. I have now learned how to talk about my brother, especially with my son. He speaks of his Uncle quite often & how he thinks they would like to play with the same kind of toys. I'm glad that I am now able to keep his spirit alive into the next generation of our family.

I'm sorry man, I was 8 and I lost my brother who was 13...that was back in '90; I still remember all the times growing up, all the laughs, all the sibling beatings *smile*...best of life to you and yours.

Fool2think, I must tell you that the grieving for the loss of a child is unlike any loss I've ever had to go through. It's unlike losing my parents or grandparents or siblings, not that the loss of these people aren't greatly felt. They are as you well know. But I must say that maybe, just maybe, you blame yourself somehow. Maybe you never gave yourself permission to go on when your brother could not. I asked myself the age old question, "if you knew the outcome, would you do it all over again?" Fool2think, I would do it in the blink of an eye! I think you would too. Your son will grow to be an amazing person with you at his side to guide him, so give yourself permission to enjoy his life. And if you listen very carefully I think you would hear your brother say that he wants you to go on too. Blessings, Fool2think, to you and your family.

víctor was my brother, he just finish his carrer, Architec, he vas 23, he died on june 20 of 2007, two days before he turn 24, thats my age now. i couldn´t say goodbye. that day was my photo shot of generation in the university, i was getting ready when i recive a msn for my mother, "call home", so i did, she told me that my brother had an accident and that he was at the hospital, i was in another town, so i went to he photo call, worried and disturb. i went home as quick as posible, i was arriving in the bus station, i get credit for my celular, and call mom, i was stand in a corridor, people passing by, and she told me he was dead. that mornig he was going to the town i was studying to check a construction, his boss didn´t found anothere way to carry my bro and other two, so they were in the back part of a chevrolet wagon. when they hit the higway, it was raining, the tree fly away, one broke his hip, the other only a scrach, victor walk, he just have pain, he never care about himself, when they reach the hospital, his pain was bad, he get into a coma, my parents, just say goodbye to him, they call me, they call my older sister that lives in mexico city.
Now two years after, i´m his age, i have a newly nice from my sister, my parents are not the same, they still buy things for him, for his room, toys that he would like, they are better but i know never are going to acept it, his friends and his university teachers visit us regulary.
The best time whe spend as brothers were when i went to study in other town, he let me grow in his mind, we were friends, we spend friday nigths talkin about our week. Ono or two months before he ask me if i think that he was a god brother, i answer with a joke, but he know that he was a good brother, a protective and a gelaous one. He took one important tradition, our birthday was always celebrate in one party, some years on fathers day, i was born on june 17, he two years before, on june 22.
i will nevere understand, i only like to think that his job was done, he touch several lifes, bringing hope, being a guide, and example in his carrer, a person that was in love, that reach a big dream.
víctor is always on my mind, he is alive in me, i love my carrer the way he love his, and it keep us together, i´m a journalist in mexico, i have travel, i have seen his face in the sky. he teach me to play, to drawn, to be sincere, to lie, he teach me efort, he told me that parents are humans too, that life is not pink, but you can paint it the way you want. he teach me to support, to hate and to forgot. even now he is teaching me to live, to make and to reach everyting i want.
i know that he was not perfect, that he was a kid, that he was human, but i will always remember the nigths playing pool in the house and the night of haloween that he cover me when olger guys trow water whit pica pica, the movies, series and programs that we wach, and that in my mind he is going to always being alive.

time has pass for you, your brother were so much younger than mine, but i know the bound of brotherhood. don´t let his memory pass, speak with yor parents, look for old pictures, discover how they saw him, what was for them, why he die. you know a part of your brother, your parents know other part. and when you done, live your life at maximun cause you can.

i miss my brother. he died twenty two years ago. i never got to say goodbye or tell him i loved him. i dreamt of him for years afterwards but haven't for a long time now. i hope he is watching over us.