I hope I don't sound super insensitive in this post. Ok, here goes....
My little brother died a little less than 2 years ago at 16. He died after a 2 year battle with brain cancer. He and I were very close, and I miss him. Tomorrow would have been his high school graduation ceremony. I really don't want to attend, but my parents keep insisting upon it. They've spent the last 2 years memorializing my brother. I won't say I understand what they are going though, because he was not my child. But he's gone now. And I don't want to keep trying to drag him back.
We had a similar incident not so long ago. About a year ago the town we live in decided that they would finally name the park across the street from my house (it did not have an official name. It was just referred to as That Small Park on Church Street). We live in a small town, so just about everyone knows my families name and what happened to my brother. So they named the park after my brother, because he and his friends spent a lot of time there. It was very sweet. They gave a little sign to my parents at the monthly town meeting. It wasn't like a ceremony or anything. My parents and older sisters were pretty angry that I didn't go. It's not that I had other things to do, but I'm just so tired of everyone looking at me with pity.
A few weeks ago my older sister got her Masters degree. It was a huge achievement for her, being a single mom with 2 kids, a job, and getting a degree. My parents would not go to her ceremony. Her Ex- In Laws did, but our own parents wouldn't. She was heartbroken, and they knew it.
Yes, I love my brother and miss him. But dang it, he's gone. And constantly mourning over the things he isn't here to do is not going to bring him back. I just wish they would let him rest in peace. My parents are both Christian, they attend church regularly, though their pastor hasn't been the same since my brother died so they say.
I just...I don't know. I feel like I'm at peace with his passing. I have faith that he has gone to a much better place than this. And I feel like my parents are putting my brother up on a pedestal and forgetting about the rest of us....
I'm not saying that they should just get over it, because that's impossible. They lost a child. I just wish they would let me remain at peace with his passing and not guilt me into reliving his death all over again.
I'm being super insensitive, aren't I?
My little brother died a little less than 2 years ago at 16. He died after a 2 year battle with brain cancer. He and I were very close, and I miss him. Tomorrow would have been his high school graduation ceremony. I really don't want to attend, but my parents keep insisting upon it. They've spent the last 2 years memorializing my brother. I won't say I understand what they are going though, because he was not my child. But he's gone now. And I don't want to keep trying to drag him back.
We had a similar incident not so long ago. About a year ago the town we live in decided that they would finally name the park across the street from my house (it did not have an official name. It was just referred to as That Small Park on Church Street). We live in a small town, so just about everyone knows my families name and what happened to my brother. So they named the park after my brother, because he and his friends spent a lot of time there. It was very sweet. They gave a little sign to my parents at the monthly town meeting. It wasn't like a ceremony or anything. My parents and older sisters were pretty angry that I didn't go. It's not that I had other things to do, but I'm just so tired of everyone looking at me with pity.
A few weeks ago my older sister got her Masters degree. It was a huge achievement for her, being a single mom with 2 kids, a job, and getting a degree. My parents would not go to her ceremony. Her Ex- In Laws did, but our own parents wouldn't. She was heartbroken, and they knew it.
Yes, I love my brother and miss him. But dang it, he's gone. And constantly mourning over the things he isn't here to do is not going to bring him back. I just wish they would let him rest in peace. My parents are both Christian, they attend church regularly, though their pastor hasn't been the same since my brother died so they say.
I just...I don't know. I feel like I'm at peace with his passing. I have faith that he has gone to a much better place than this. And I feel like my parents are putting my brother up on a pedestal and forgetting about the rest of us....
I'm not saying that they should just get over it, because that's impossible. They lost a child. I just wish they would let me remain at peace with his passing and not guilt me into reliving his death all over again.
I'm being super insensitive, aren't I?
