My Brother's Birthday

I thought about my brother a lot today as he would have been 62 years old this year.  I looked through past pictures that I had posted, reminisced about the last summer that we spent together and laughed at the card that I gave him when he turned 13.   When I talked to my mom about it, she said that she felt bad as she hadn't remembered it was his birthday until lunchtime.  I told her not to be hard on herself as it can be challenging at times to remember the day of the week let alone the date on the calendar.  It could have happened whether he was with us or not.  She felt better after our conversation and enjoyed my post.

After the phone call, I thought a lot about a reel that I had seen recently.  It was a mom who had lost a son and instead of feeling sad about it, rejoiced in the fact that the next time she hugged him they would be together in heaven.  I was truly happy for that family.  It takes a lot to let go of the sadness of life and focus on the positives instead.  I hoped that she would always find peace in that thought and that I would be able to remember her sentiment one day when I was mourning a loved one.  

Death is very hard.  It affects all of us differently.  I do not judge anyone for how they grieve.  Instead, I pray that we all find peace.  It makes this life so much easier.