Post dedicated to my brother-in-law who passed away last Sunday, 2nd September, around 7 p.m.
I don’t really know why am I doing this…
Is it for you or for me?
I’m honouring you and you’re no longer here to read it.
How come I didn’t ever tell you I liked you?!
Me, the one who uses to do it to everybody quite often…
(Maybe cause Sis was so jealous…)
In fact we didn’t know each other that much.
Did we meet once a year? Twice a year?
But I’ve always trusted you and thought you’re a good man.
Patient, polite, tender, generous, a good soul.
Maybe too good.
And now you’re gone and it is still hard to believe.
Everything was too damn quick!!!
Did you forget about yourself?
Did you put others always in the first place?
Did you somehow feel this all stuff was about to happen?
(Sis told me about strange, premonitory dreams you were having)
Did you suffer?
How was it during your coma?
Did you feel people around you?
Did you feel Sis’s hand on yours? Did you notice how she hid her tears?
You’re gone and, once again, there’s a huge space no one can fill in.
(No one is replaceable; at least souls like yours)
Sis still feels your presence at home.
But she isn’t aware of what happened. She floats.
She lives a bad dream driven into a nightmare all of a sudden..
The psycho side of our family started to act
and I’ve declared war…
She needs help, care and protection
and you know that.
She needs a friendly shoulder,
not a dictator for a brother to command her life.
I thank you!
Mostly for being the kind of man you were.
Thank you for treating Mum and Dad so respectfully.
(Dad didn’t deserve it, however)
Thanks for loving my sister so unconditionally,
for making her happy,
and for giving her the best times of her life.
The two of you, always together, hand in hand, is a memory I’m going to keep.
Life’s unfair, I know. It only lasted 4 1/2 years.
Thank you for your smile. I’ll never forget it.
Rest in peace. I know you will.
With love and gratitude,