| karen from Fairfield, CA USA says: | See others from this town | 11-26-2010 | | | | A long time ago, at the age of 11, it was on Christmas eve, that my brother, one year older, was dying . Not easy, but for me, it was like he was alive because the last words that I recall him ever saying to me , was on that night, and those words were " I love my sister. You makeme smile when I hurt so much".. Now, thats not sounding like a holiday of joy, or a story that would mean alot of special memories. But to me, being in my upper years now ( somewhere between 40-60 ), those words bring me intense joy each time I think of that last Christmas with my special brother.Now it's my time to smile , because when I hurt , physically or emotionally with sorrow of my life as an adult, I remember my " best friend's" words, knowing it took every bit of energy he had to whisper them in my ear.. Funny thing is, I am not sure how they got to my heart, but I know they did.. because he makes me smile, even in his death so long ago. |
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