A Year has Passed

One year ago tomorrow, my younger brother passed away after fighting a glioblastoma for 5 months.  One year. How can it already be one year?

I had plans last fall. I had plans to have him come up when he was felling better to see The Crimson Tide play at home. He had come in 2015 and I was looking forward to a game last Fall.

I had plans for what we would do over Christmas. I had plans on making the most of the time we had left together.  We took advantage of some of those plans, but we ran out of time.

I miss Charles. My entire family does. There is not a week that goes by that something does not remind me of him. A post from a mutual friend on Facebook. A quote from a movie or the lyric of a song. I see a green frog and I begin thinking of “Kermitgrn.”

I am not as sad or angry as I once was. Time has a way of changing the emotion attached to memory. I smile when I think of Charles or something he would have liked.  I am proudly wearing one of his Alabama shirts as I write this.

Maybe you understand. Maybe you are missing a family member. Maybe your pain is more recent and the tears and anger are still a reality. I am praying for you. I am praying that you find some level of joy in the sweet memories of your son, daughter, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, or parent.


6 thoughts on “A Year has Passed

  1. I try not to remember death anniversaries, preferring to focus on more positive memories, but forgetting this anniversary one has thus far alluded me.

  2. I have just about outlived all of my family. My daughter that you know and her children are all I have left. I think many times about both my brothers who died young and my parents who both died before parents are supposed to die. BUT—the awesome memories will keep them alive forever in my heart

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