I
remember a hat (way too big for what was left of your
skull). I remember two ladies arguing the
depth of your love for them over your coffin (the
one in the white vinyl catsuit looked more pissed off than sad).
I remember trying so hard not to burst into wild laughter, and thinking, You’re
freaking loving this, little brother, aren’t
you?
Photo by Andres F. Uran, on Unsplash
- it’s funny, the things that come to mind while we remember loved ones taken by death. Last year, on the 11th anniversary of my little brother’s last breath, my memories were focused on food: his favorite dishes (carne guisada, coconut rice with pigeon peas, potato salad…), his latest favorite song (“Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee). This year, my brain is over-bubbling with (hysterical) snippets of his funeral. 12 years… and the grief (and the love) burn just as bright.
I hope your spirit remains
the life of the party, little brother--ruffle some angel feathers for your
witchy sister.
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #166: Letters/Sounds)
What a lovely way to keep your brother a-light
ReplyDeletePoignant.
ReplyDeleteCan feel your emotions.
Losing precious people can be so painful... Many of us can identify.
I don't think you are going to run out of the memories, or the love, ever. xx
ReplyDeleteIt's always going to be forever away and just now.
ReplyDeleteThis resonates … memory snippets fade to rise up again like sun splashes on the sea.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Magaly. Hard to believe it's been 12 years already. You keep his memory and spirit burning bright!
ReplyDeleteA lovely compilation of memories. 🫂
ReplyDeleteI love this, more because it could be me writing this about my own brother. I think if we lived closer we would be good friends, causing a lot of trouble, and laughing our butts off.
ReplyDeleteHey - can you share your little brother's favorite pigeon pea recipe?? Since coming back from Belize coconut rice is my obsession.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, these memories are ways for us to cope with the grief. I always remember people mistaken my late wife as a Japanese. Always make me smile.
ReplyDeleteCoconut rice is a favourite over here. We eat it with fried fish, fried chicken wings, sunny-side ups, peanuts and anchovies. And lots of chilis. :)
Wonderful memories with the love shining through.
ReplyDeleteTime heals, time allows us to remember with happy tears.
ReplyDeleteMemories of loved ones who have passed are so special.
ReplyDeleteThey are forever in our hearts.
All the best Jan
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