Brother Death Poem

Living Life After Losing A Brother

My late brother was a wonderful writer. I did not appreciate or encourage his writing as much as I should have when he was alive. I have never attempted to write poems before, but writing this poem has helped me feel connected to him. I hope this makes him proud.

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My brother passed away tragically December 11, 2016. He was 19 years old. He made a bad decision to walk around on a night when it was below 40 degrees. He was drinking. He fell asleep 8 feet...

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Life After You

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Published: July 15, 2017

It occasionally feels like drowning, as this new reality sinks in.
Six full months without you; who knew I had this strength built in?

Life goes on, and that's the saddest part.
Because living this life without you is what truly hurts my heart.

Our friends and family won't mention your name now,
As if it would actually make me feel worse somehow.

They are petrified of their own anxiety,
And so I choose to grieve by myself quietly.

Photos of you around the house keep your memory alive.
This is the way mama has learned how to cope and survive.

Images of your face cannot escape her,
Even though official records of you have been erased on paper.

Who knew picking out a headstone was such a daunting task?
Polish or rock pitch? And what the heck is an epitaph?

Inscribing your birth and death date feels painful and unfair,
Setting in stone a permanent reminder of my worst nightmare.

Your chapter may have ended, but your story will live on.
You will always be my brother, even though you are gone.

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  • by Destinee Hart
  • 1 week ago

My brother passed away tragically December 11, 2016. He was 19 years old. He made a bad decision to walk around on a night when it was below 40 degrees. He was drinking. He fell asleep 8 feet from the house he was walking to. This haunts me every day. There are so many questions unanswered, and I get angry some days thinking, "Why couldn't he have just made it the few more steps? Why couldn't he have made it in the house?" I cry often. I am 24 years old. I don't know how I'm going to live the rest of my life without him. He was my best friend. When I used to picture my future, there was no doubt in my mind...he was gonna be there; he was going to take my son four-wheeling, fishing, and camping. I would be waiting impatiently for his first born to come into the world. We were going to go on family vacations together, spend holidays together, and I would be able to call him just to say hello...but none of that is possible now. All our inside jokes have become precious memories. Oh, I miss him so.

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