I lost my little brother last Friday, aged 47. Completely out of the blue. I can’t sleep, eat or think. I hear my parents screaming out from their room at night. And I can’t help them. It feels like I am waking up to a nightmare that will never go away.
My brother has learning difficulties, which made him child-like. He achieved so much, when he started off with very little. I am so proud of him, but I took him for granted. We are going to miss him so much.
He was incredibly passionate about supporting neurodiverse children and young adults. Despite facing his own challenges with disability and mental health, he showed immense tenacity pushing through past stigma to find his purpose in the charity sector and achieving academic milestones many thought impossible.
He was remarkably kind, held no ill will toward anyone, and loved a simple life centred around his writing and his beloved dog. He constantly reminded me of the value of innocence and honesty. I will miss him more than words can say.
How do we move on from this - the pain is too much? It was also just him and me - children of parents who came here from India in the 1970s.
So sorry to hear of the passing of your brother, I lost my only sibling (older brother) in 2001. one day at a time is an old saying, I took it hour by hour. here if you ever want to chat. tc
So sorry for you and your family.I lost my son aged 47 in July 2023,within a short time with secondary bone cancer at first they could not find primary. He like your brother had special needs,but he was the kindest and bravest person I know. He went through so much in his life,but he always had such a smile and loved life. We always worried when he was out and about on his own, that he would run to help someone in trouble.Even when he was in hospital and could not get out of bed, an old man fell out of bed. He was the only one to press the alarm for the nurse.The family of the man was so grateful for his help. He told my husband and I when he knew he was dying that he did not want people crying over him. On the 23rd of January he would have been 50 Years old. It was snowing on the morning he was born , and they took him from us and put him in a incubator because he had trouble breathing . What a fighter he was, we loved with all of our hearts.He was truly a gift from God, but taken far too soon.
Oh my gosh. My brother had cerebral palsy, all though he was non verbal and was 43 when he passed on the 4th. He had 2 cancers so we knew it was coming, and watched him deteriorate right in front of our eyes. As a sibling I know how you feel, and I can understand yours and your parents pain as I’m watching mine do the same.
I too am now the only child left, and am dealing with this the only way I can….one day at a time.
If you want to talk more than happy to as it seems we have a shared experience. Take it one day, one hour, one thing at a time.