re: My brothers 2 year death anniversary

I lost my younger brother when he was 21 and i was 24 and it happened around 13 years ago. Very few days or events pass when it doesn't cross my mind what it would be like with him there or around.


My mom has still not gotten over it.

Hope it gets better

Peace be with you and your family.

Sometimes I wished I lived in the NW again...

My brother died in 2009. Not a day goes by that I don't miss and or think about him. I'll never forget the day he died. And i hate it but sometimes i forget what his voice sounds like.

I know how you feel. It fricking sucks

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Sorry for your loss, I imagine it's something you'll probably never get completely over. On a side note, I usually don't give a shite about stuff like downvotes, but for the life of me, I can't understand why someone would downvote something like this.

Time helps. 2 years after losing my brother, I was about like you. Nothing will ever take away the sadness. It's been a lot longer for me, but I still have a hard time just looking at old pictures or video without breaking down. It's sad, because I used to love looking at these things, it's just too difficult for me to do it now. Maybe one day I'll come around.

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I understand the pain and frustration. The hardest part about losing a sibling is watching the pain it causes your parents, IMO.

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In 1974, I lost a 16 year old brother who was 18 months older than me. Flipped his 73 Toyota truck on a gravel road on a Friday night when he swerved to keep from hitting a barricade where a bridge was out. I wasn't old enough to drive so he had dropped me off at the theater that night. My parents rode in a ambulance with him to Jackson. A friend came and got me. My other brother drove home from LSU. We were heating Poptarts in the toaster Saturday morning when my mom called and told us he had died. I remember what we were doing because the toaster caught on fire while my brother was on the phone with my mom. Had to have a closed casket, so my other brother, and I, never saw him again.

My parents were never the same. They are both from North Louisiana. My brother was buried where they had plots in my mom's hometown. We moved to North Louisiana within a year.

They were normal parents that were more strict than most of our friends' parents, but they still had fun. My dad was our scoutmaster at the troop the Methodist Church sponsored, and he had always given us a long leash. My mom taught school and took care of us. We had always been Methodist. They had us at church every Sunday morning for Church and Sunday school, but church wasn't the only thing in our lives.

They started going to a few different non denominational churches and even went to a Pentecostal church for awhile. They settled on a Baptist church. They started going to church for Sunday morning Church, Sunday School, Sunday night, Wednesday night and whenever the doors were opened.

There's nothing wrong with that, but it was a huge change. Sometimes I think them moving had more to do with getting away from the bad memories and other times I think it was about them starting over. It was like they felt they needed to make a big change.

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The hardest part about losing a sibling is watching the pain it causes your parents, IMO.

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Absolutely. I moved back home for a little while when my brother passed in 2009 (he was 24) because my Mom had a complete breakdown and my Dad couldn't handle it by himself. All while trying to deal with my own grief. Hands down the hardest part of my life.

Even 8 years later, I still think about him every day. I wouldn't ever say it gets better, it just gets more manageable. I think the hardest thing for me was balancing how to deal with how I felt while trying to "be strong" for my parents.

RIP brother

I know the feeling, I had a sister who passed as well.

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Sorry man, I haven't loss a sibling yet but I have lost a child. I know the feeling of a part of you has died.

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I'm very very sorry! I have 2 kids but couldn't imagine that.