“And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he
touched…
for nothing loved is ever
lost
and he was loved so much.”
~ Ellen Brenneman
My little brother was born a
month before my 9th birthday; and since his arrival robbed me of all my “baby” privileges—the
ripest mango, the first piece of coconut
candy,
my grandmamá’s lap—I was not the most gracious of big sisters. In fact, I was
determined to make the little beast know who was boss. The second my mother got
home from the hospital, everyone ran up to her to fuss over the usurper. There
was a storm of “He’s so cute” and “Can I hold him?” and “You
must be so proud”.
I just stood in a corner, in
silence, glaring at the whole world.
After the room quieted some, my grandmamá
said, “Come meet to your little brother.”
“No,” I told her, my glare growing
darker.
She ignored my hostility, picked
him up out of my mother’s arms, and walked towards me. “Look,” she said, holding
his face very close to my face, “he is smiling at you.”
I had closed my eyes, refusing
to look at him. Besides, newborns did
not
smile. And if they did, it was only gas—my mother always said that. My grandmamá didn’t move, so I shut my eyes tighter. Then I felt little
fingers touch my chin. I opened my eyes, ready to tell the little monster to
stop it, ready to shout that there was no space for him, ready to bare my teeth...
But I
found my little brother’s face, just inches from mine, the cutest
of toothless grins aimed right at me. And without wanting it, I was grinning
right back.
That was the first time my
little brother smiled me into loving him. He
just had
a
way about him, that brother of mine…
a way to show his whole heart in a smile
that made anyone seeing it want to join in the fun.
He was
a bit
reckless.
He was more
than a
bit
of a scoundrel. He loved (a
lot) and smiled easily. And I thank the universe every day for that
gift.
Gregory Guerrero
(Mar 10, 1986 – Feb 28, 2013)
“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.” ~ Terry Pratchett
- linked to Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #16: An Exploration of Peace.
Hugs to you today, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteFunny, sweet, poignant, touching ... I will never run out of adjectives to describe how this impacted me. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you feel the words, the thoughts, the love...
DeleteHail to the mischief makers that made a home in our hearts and made life more fun. And hugs to you, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteHail, to them!
DeleteAnd thank you for the hugs.
DeleteSuch a touching tribute and some lovely poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lady M.
DeleteXXX
ReplyDelete🤗
DeleteLovely tribute.. I loved it when I read it on Insta first.. and again as I read it now. And that Terry Pratchett quote as well...
ReplyDeleteSo glad you did... and still do.
DeleteBeautifully told. I'm the older brother, remember my mother bringing my sister home.
ReplyDeleteI thought you might enjoy this:
http://fiftywordstories.com/2018/11/06/ron-lavalette-14-year-old-pediatrician/
You were probably more graceful than I was, lol!
DeleteI shall take a look-see.
May God grant him peace.
ReplyDeleteYou told this tale as only you could.
My Condolences Magaly
Much love
So mote it be.
DeleteThank you, Gillena.
My brother who came after only a year later, so the meeting was quite different and one I don't remember. I never stop feeling and living his death though. I've lost three siblings and am always trying to grok it. The picture here says a lot. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI don't think we can ever makes sense of losing a sibling, especially when they are younger. Maybe one day...
DeleteBeautifully expressed. You're the ripple that lovingly keeps your brother alive.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penelope. I sure hope so.
DeleteThis is a funny, fun, loving tribute to your brother. I agree, the ripples of life never stop. Your brother, a very handsome man.
ReplyDeleteNot as long as we keep them going. And we always will, won't we?
DeleteBeautiful tribute to your brother and what a lovely photo !
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rall.
DeleteThis is a funny, and poignant tribute to your brother. And love that Terry Pratchett quote.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It's one of my favorite Pratchett quotes.
DeleteI too am a sister to a little brother – only four years younger – so I understand your first paragraph perfectly! But mine turned out to be very adorable too, and I'm glad to say we are still good mates even though he as been based in New Zealand for many years. There are some things we've been through, about which each of us is the only other person in the world to fully understand.
ReplyDeleteI think your last bit describes one of the reasons I miss him most. We, too, lived through things that were only ours. It's hard when that person can no longer answer back.
DeleteI absolutely felt this. Just gorgeous words. It's hard not to love someone that can make us smile even when we don't want to.
ReplyDeleteIt's ridiculously hard. Especially when they know it. I think that they just can't help taking advantage. And since they love us, that's a good thing. Smiles are a good thing.
DeleteThis breaks my heart. I'm so sorry. You wrote this lovingly and so sweetly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debi.
DeleteSuch a beautiful tribute to your brother.
ReplyDeleteSending lots of good wishes to you.
All the best Jan
Thank you.
DeleteSuch a deeply beautiful tribute...I love this so much...and that photo is just so powerful ...you are both such beautiful souls! hugs and much love
ReplyDeleteSending you hugs right back.
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