"To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die."
- Thomas Campbell, "Hallowed Ground" -
|Christmas a long time ago. My brother, Steve, on the left.|
But as I get older, it becomes more and more bittersweet. And just as my heart swells with love and affection for the ones I will celebrate with, it's also heavy with grief as I'm reminded of someone I loved dearly who is no longer with us.
So just like last year, I'd like to begin this month's abundance of holiday posts with a dedication to my brother, Steve, who died in April 2011. This will be the fifth Christmas without him, and even though the grief has lifted, it rears its ugly head this time of year as I reminisce about all the wonderful times we had together. It is the price of love.
|"If love could have saved him, he would have lived forever."|
I miss his smile, his voice, his hearty laugh, his way of thinking, his wacky sense of humour, his dedication and loyalty to our family, the way he adored his nieces, his unique outlook on life, his generosity, his kindness, his honesty and everything else that made him remarkable. Most of all, I miss his presence in all our family gatherings and celebrations. And in my life.
No matter how many Christmases come and go, I will always wish he was here to celebrate with us. I can't change what has happened but I can keep his memory alive. Because no one as special as he was should ever be forgotten.
I'll see you again, Steve.