11 years ago today, I lost my brother Steve. Anyone who has suffered an unexpected loss will understand this – this day is not special in its grief because, you see, grief has no calendar or watch or neat timetable. It grabs you at a stop sign on a random Tuesday morning or in the line at the grocery store or in the middle of a yoga class. There are no boundaries; grief visits when it wants and stays as long as it wants. Period. I will never stop missing my brother, and I am okay with that. I wish more than anything for all of my children to have such a deep connection to ANY other human being. I know what a rare gift I had. That gift didn’t die with my brother. These photos were taken on family beach trips more than 15 years ago. I had always told Steve I did not have the patience to learn to play guitar, but somewhere deep inside I believed that one day I would snatch the guitar from his hands and play brilliantly, dare I say poetically. I would “get the gift,” I would say, and Steve would laugh. This summer evening I snatched his guitar. No guitar playing gift just a laughing brother, and that is plenty. Doug Bartholomew Jessica Leone- Dixon Matt Leone Tami Bradley
Posted on: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 00:01:14 +0000
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