Brother Death Poem

It is surprising how surprised we are by death.

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When I read this I could totally relate it was almost the same thoughts and feelings I had felt and went through. My brother had liver cancer, had a liver transplant which gave him another...

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Death Is Personal

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Published: February 2006

I was so shocked when I heard the news of my brother's sudden death.
I was so devastated I nearly lost my breath.
Death's impact is just like the weather;
you never know how it is going to be.
Death has no chauvinism,
the next time it may strike you;
or it may even strike me.
Death hits like lightning, it's fierce, it's frightening.
Death taught me how to cherish those whom I hold so dear,
it showed me how not to take life for granted,
and how to show others how much I care.
Death is a subject that no one wants to talk about,
some try to avoid it,
some become silent,
and some even walk out.
But just as sure as we are born,
we will surely die;
I hope by sharing my own experience
it will help to dry someone else's weeping eyes.

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  • by Bonnie Romero, CA
  • 3 years ago

When I read this I could totally relate it was almost the same thoughts and feelings I had felt and went through. My brother had liver cancer, had a liver transplant which gave him another year we were blessed to have with him. I remember driving with him to a family members funeral about 2 weeks before he passed. Him telling me he was ready, tired and peace and that he needed us to be at that place too. I remember looking at him and loving him so much and being grateful to God for having him in my life. You see 2 months before we lost our oldest sister to a brain aneurysm and like always, he, my brother took charge for our family to make sure our family didn't fall to pieces. THIS POEM I read was something for the first time that understood my feelings, for that I'm grateful. In memory of Jesse Michael Silva Nov. 19 1962-Dec. 24 2009

  • by Beverley Bitgood Williams
  • 4 years ago

Letting Go
I walked the path for two years as my brother fought cancer with his courage and humor. I prayed, made deals with God and tried to encourage my brother to keep hope and fight. The last two months, we both accepted that it was time to let go. It was during that time we started to talk. About his fears about dying, faith, the afterlife and his guilt over things he had done so many years ago. I prayed for God to take him...to free him from his pain and suffering...not my control over keeping him here with me. I learned so much about living and dying during this time. I will never forget him looking at the sky and his yard and his flowers the last time he came home from hospice...behind him, his house, his possessions and I saw clearly what matters most in this life. He knew he would never see these things again. It changed me profoundly. I know I will see him again and each day that goes by brings us closer...whether it is a day, a year, a decade. To Steven Bitgood

  • by Noor
  • 4 years ago

My brother died on Christmas day in a car crash in 2009, he was just 20 years old. When we celebrated his birthday on the 5th of December that was his last birthday with us. God knows best so RIP bro.

  • by kayla call
  • 9 years ago

I lost my uncle 7 years ago. By reading your poem it help me to see that life and death comes and goes.

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