My Brother….

Yesterday was Portland Prairie Services.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portland_Prairie_Methodist_Episcopal_Church

This is the cemetery where several generation of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins are buried.

And also my brother.

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I’d like to mourn him. But for some reason it is JUST not happening.

I’ve said before he would go weeks without contacting me. Then I’d hear from him for a weekend straight.

He lived with me for a long time up on the ridge. He would come in off the road for a long weekend every 6 weeks. No sense in renting an apartment for that kind of living. So he just ‘rented’ one of my 6 bedrooms. I think he paid me in 6 pounds of butter and a couple gallons of milk. Sometimes a couple steaks so we could grill out.

I got him back involved with the family when Nick and I finally married. He learned then when I said come over you’ll have fun, that I wasn’t kidding.

But then instead of being my brother, he got pretty damn bossy. And I got pretty frustrated with him.

So right now, my emotions about him are pretty messed up.

I have no idea what or how to feel.

How fucked up is THAT?

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6 thoughts on “My Brother….

    1. I just feel ‘blank’. Nothing when I stood by his grave. And yet singing a hymn inside that old church reduced me to tears. I just don’t know who for.

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  1. Believe it or not, I totally understand! My older brother and I had a very similar relationship. We went 7 years one time without any contact. He was always “busy” so when he died I went through the same things you are. Once in a while, I still think I should call him. I know he’s gone, it’s just weird! Hugsssss to you Boo. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    1. I thought we had gotten closer before he died. But then I read some of the texts between him and my sister. And discovered a 3 way conversation between my sister and my two brothers. Thanks for including me.

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  2. My brother died a little over a year ago in May–we were never close–we haven’t seen or spoken to each other over 30 years–if it wasn’t for my sister-in-law I never would have known about him and his family of which he was very successful.
    He and wife were married 65 years when he died.
    I didn’t feel anything when he died but one evening out of the clear sky it hit me and I realize(d) what I lost.

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