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Brother Death Poem

This poem I wrote for my big brother who killed himself without knowing that he did. He was a loving person. The little kids called him "The Friendly Giant." He would always make a room brighter when he walked in. He made everyone laugh even when he wasn't trying. We miss him so much! His name was Eric Cheechoo.

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It's been a year and a half now, all those days since I got the news. Waking up one morning on March 12 2013 and over hearing my dad on the phone telling the news to a close friend. I...

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For My Big Brother

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009 with permission of the Author.

It's been three years now
Since we last saw him smile.
As the days went on
Without him near,
We swallowed our tears
And walked with the pain.
We fell down to our knees,
But we got back up.
We thought we walked
As far as we could
Without him around.
We tried and tried to move on.
We cried for him many times before.
Now it's just time to let go
And be on our own.
Things may have changed,
But that is what he would want us to do,
Change and move on without him.
We will miss him greatly,
but it's just the way life is,
With or without him here.

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by Kayli, Alaska
9 years ago

It's been a year and a half now, all those days since I got the news. Waking up one morning on March 12 2013 and over hearing my dad on the phone telling the news to a close friend. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't know if I wanted to scream or wipe my eyes and go back to sleep acting like I heard nothing.
After I convinced myself to get out of bed and go downstairs my dad finally said, go get your sister I need to talk to you. I knew what he was going to say but I did as he said went and got her trying to tell her what I heard, but she wouldn't listen.
When my dad broke the news I couldn't breath, I felt like my heart stopped. At that very moment I knew what true pain felt like. I thought I was going to wake up to breakfast being made, but no I woke up to over hearing my dad saying my brother committed suicide. That was true pain.

by Helen
14 years ago

Hi...I love your story...my brother killed himself to...it is really really hard..no one gets it..