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“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.”
— James O’Barr
In memory of my brother, Keith (February 28, 1953 – June 30, 2015).
(Photo credit: Heather Joan Marinos © All rights reserved)
“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.”
— James O’Barr
In memory of my brother, Keith (February 28, 1953 – June 30, 2015).
February 28, 1953 – June 30, 2015
“To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.”– Clara Luz Zúñiga Ortega, Spanish author
When a sibling dies unexpectedly, it reminds us (acutely so) of our own mortality – of how precious life is, how finite our journey really is. The sorrow we feel… not only for the loss itself, but also for the words left unsaid… sears the heart. It’s hard to wrap our minds around the fact that there will never be another dinner together, or stories and jokes to tell, or confidences to share.
But amidst all the uncertainty of what life has in store for us, one thing remains fixed and certain: the memory of our loved ones will be etched forever in our thoughts and hearts.