Stories Collected While Living in France

French la Vie

My Brother Marty

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Today would have been my brother's 62nd birthday. Instead, it is a little over a year since he died. 

My mother asked, "How can it be?" she sighs, "I never thought he would go before me."

I am glad we are here to support and love my mother, it has been rough bearing sadness after sadness …

We went to my brother's gravesite his stone hasn't arrived yet. I made a makeshift memorial marker

of twigs and wildflowers for my mother, to give her something to ease her gaze rather than seeing a barren spot.

Memories rush over us

time does to

healing comes 

not to erase the loss

but to allow it to absorb within us

drop by drop.

 

Comments

21 responses to “My Brother Marty”

  1. Jeanne

    God bless you all.
    I am glad you are all there for your Mother.
    Those who live forever in our hearts are never far away.
    God bless his eternity
    God bless you all
    Love Jeanne

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  2. Diane Belforte Lewis

    sending a hug and kisses to all of you, and thinking about Marty.

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  3. Tracy H

    I’m sorry. What you did with the sticks and flowers was perfect. Peace to your family.

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  4. g

    time a friend and a foe long and short night and day fast and slow elastic and stiff …. such a thing this time….i remember them everyday dear friend all of you…with love tenderness and friendship

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  5. Mardog

    Love+hugs to you all. What an incredible man.

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  6. Chico Sue

    No parent should have to bury a child. No sibling should have to see the other leave this Earth before them. Sadly, life and death are not written by the living. Knowing that, does not ease the pain, or erase the memories. Corey, my heart goes out to you and your family. Your capacity to love, and sincere empathy, are the truest gifts you have given to your family, especially your lovely Mom. Please accept my deepest condolences.

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  7. Kate

    What a beautiful daughter you are Corey, easing the pain for your mother. The wildflowers and twigs couldn’t speak more lovingly. X

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  8. jackie

    I’m so sorry Corey, for you, for your mom, for his wife and kids, for the whole family. I’m so sorry…

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  9. Jennifer Phillipps

    It is a hard time for you all but you created a lovely temporary memorial for your dear brother, hugs to all…Jennie, NZ

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  10. Anna

    What a beautiful, heartfelt, meaningful honoring you made for your brother Marty —- and for your mom. May you all be blessed with peace in your continual love and remembering of him.

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  11. Darles

    My heart goes out to you both. Burying a son or daughter is something no parent should ever have to do. May the good Lord hold you both in his arms and comfort you. 💜

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  12. Teddee Grace

    My Dad died at that age. It seems strange to be older than he was when he died. Marty loves your twig and flower marker.

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  13. Texas Francophile

    You are so dear. 62 is so young. PC is such an insidious disease. I know it’s so hard for your Mother. Your twig memorial will bring joy to your Mother each time she visits even after you’ve gone home. 🙏🏻

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  14. Cathleen

    So sad but yet so beautiful!

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  15. Kathy

    I send you you love and light and keep you in my prayers. The memorial you created from your heart is beautiful . I, too, am glad you are there for your Mom. Blessings…

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  16. carol

    Sorrow is felt by all.

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  17. TerriNTexas

    Condolences to you and your family. I lost my brother in 2018 and it feels like yesterday. Love and peace to you.

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  18. Annie Watson

    I lost my 52 year old brother unexpectedly a little over a year ago and not a day goes by that he isn’t in my thoughts – such a strange thing him not being here. Sending you and your family all my love. I found this reading and hope you find the comfort in it that I have
    ALL IS WELL
    Death is nothing at all,
    I have only slipped into the next room
    I am I and you are you
    Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
    Call me by my old familiar name,
    Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
    Put no difference in your tone,
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
    Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
    Life means all that it ever meant.
    It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
    Just around the corner.
    All is well.
    Henry Scott Holland

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  19. Bonnie Schulte

    How very Lovely and thought full. Brings tears to my eyes. Twigs and wildflowers. Beautiful!!!!!!!

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  20. Barbara Renfrow

    Prayers and love to you and your family. Be safe.

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  21. Marilyn

    Sending thought and prayers of comfort.
    I know you treasure each and every memory, as does your mom.
    Love the memorial you made for your mother’s eyes and from your heart.

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