To my Dear Sister, Dear Jere, How has six months passed since your death? How has time gone on as if nothing has happened? This wasn't the first time death has touched me. I went through all this with my best friend in 1979 and Mom in 1993. I've always dealt with grief head on, making myself experience every facet of grief so I could deal with it honestly. I have done well until now. Now that we are facing the holidays, I find myself welling up with tears at the thought of you not being here for Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. Thanksgiving was your favorite holiday. You pretended you didn't like Christmas, but I think you did. You certainly sat and took in all my many decorations every Christmas. We did well after Mom died, and I had every reason to think that I would do well after yours. It was a horrible shock, though, Jere to see you lying on that gurney and knowing at 61, you were no longer in there. So quick, and apparently so peaceful, you didn't even ruffle your blanket. I can't believe how large our family seemed and now there is George and Me and Poppy. Your son Scott will be here, but the other sons are in Florida and South Carolina. I must find new traditions, but right now, I just feel empty. I love you so much and I miss you. What I wouldn't give to envelope you in my arms and hug you so tight. There is a poem by Tennyson I believe, about Ulysses, which says "Though much is taken, much abides" That tells me I must go on, and I will go on, and create new traditions. Every holiday, I will have a candle on the sideboard and you will be there in spirit, represented by that candle. Thank you for chosing me as your baby brother. I love you so much.

You reside in my heart forever Love Kevin

RETURN TO:

Memorials, Fourth Quarter 2004 | Main Index, Memorials
GriefNet