Saturday, April 2, 2016

B is for Brother






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  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. Where do you live that your brother wasn't taken to a hospital? Was he in hospice care? I'm not judging you or your parents I'm just genuinely curious.

    In 1986, I was 16, just a year older than you and I can't imagine going through what you did. Honestly if I knew I was going to read something this sad I would have skipped your site. I'm just getting ready to go to bed and now I'm not sure if I can sleep.

    May Neeraj rest in peace!

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    1. Sorry to have made you sad Shelly. When I set out on this challenge, I told myself that I'd write whatever came to me without editing out difficult pieces. I haven't written about my brother ever since he passed away. It just happened a few days ago, somehow. He was at home because the doctors had given up 'medical' hope. Maybe, one day I will write more or maybe this was enough to put it to rest. Thank you for your concern. I sincerely hope you are able to sleep.

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  2. Hugs AAarti, can feel the pain , raw as ever. Some pains dont go away, do they? its a lie, tears and more hugs

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  3. Peace my friend, deep peace.
    hugs xx

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  4. I am so sorry you lost your brother so young.

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  5. Re: a comment above, I am reminded of lines from a song "and I feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd, because these words in my diary are screaming out loud and I know that you'll use them, however you want to."

    I have been going back and forth between wanting to say something and wanting the something to be "right". Responding to powerful and life-altering experiences is difficult and I can only imagine how much courage it would have taken to write and publish this post.

    I love you and admire you even more. I did not know this was possible.

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    1. Thanks for these lines Shweta. I think I'm familiar with the sound of the 'shouting' words in a diary. I love you, too. xx

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  6. Very touching and painful.
    Admire your courage and strength to handle this painful and claustrophobic situation at a very young age of 15.
    Tight hug to you.

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    1. Hugs are so welcome, and I love the tight ones best:) xx

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  7. Very touching and painful.
    Admire your courage and strength to handle this painful and claustrophobic situation at a very young age of 15.
    Tight hug to you.

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  8. I kept on postponing reading this since you messaged me. I knew I'll cry..and so I did. Being a mother myself now...don't know how mummy handled it. There was no support system to help families bear the loss. I miss my dear brother....he was so full of life. Just found out that he shared his birthday with Barack Obama! I wonder....

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  9. Hugs Arti. Sending you love. This wouldn't have been easy to write. I wish your Mother peace.

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  10. Oh Arti, this seared my soul... feel your pain ....sending you lots of love and hugs.
    keep writing....













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    1. Thanks Ketaki... receiving your love with gratitude. xx

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  11. I'm so sorry for your loss. This was a beautifully written piece and it touched me on so many levels. I applaud your bravery for writing about something so personal
    Debbie

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  12. Wow. Deeply touching, and beautifully, powerfully said.

    @TarkabarkaHolgy from
    The Multicolored Diary
    MopDog

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  13. Arti: Time helps but does not always heal. All you can do is try and remember the good times. And know that Neeraj is in a good place. Big hug - FatRadioMan

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