We all make choices in our lives – some good and some not so good.
When it comes down to it though, ‘Life is Short, there is no time to leave important words unsaid’.
My brother is 7 years older than I and we were never really close growing up. He was a shy, quiet boy who didn’t suffer fools gladly and never pushed himself into the spotlight. My sister and I loved the spotlight and probably drove him crazy with our dancing and singing and living in a large household with two aunts fussing over us.
I remember, a couple of occasions where he proved that he never wanted to stand out. One was winning a State Fencing Championship. He didn’t even tell Mum he had won and she found the trophy while cleaning his room. The other was when he was asked to be School Captain and he turned it down as he ‘just wanted to be one of the boys’.
It has been 30 years since I spoke to my brother. Our lives took different directions. Days turn into months, months into years and you wonder where the time went.
Life got in the way and I can’t really remember why we haven’t talked for all this time. I’ve thought of him often. He moved to Thailand to live several years ago and I would hear the occasional update from his daughters.
I thought I had all the time in the world to perhaps mend the rift – I was wrong!
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Six weeks ago, my niece called to say my brother was in hospital. Two of his children were going over to Thailand to bring him home. He had been diagnosed with liver cancer.
When they arrived he was too ill to travel so his third child flew to Thailand so they could all be with him.
I started sending texts to him, wishing him well and sending my love. I would send a photo of the ocean, or a flower in my garden or photos of us as children. His daughter has been showing him photos of my Facebook page which shows my children and family.
My nieces told me that he loved receiving the texts and so did they as it provided the support they needed. So it became a daily ritual – a text and hug to David and the kids.
Last week, his daughter sent a text to me and said he wanted to phone me. I had mixed emotions but it was so wonderful to hear his voice – although very weak and with only limited time left. He couldn’t talk much but at least we had a phone conversation.
I talked about my family and told him I had visited Thailand once but it was so hot and humid when I went. His last piece of advice for me was to visit Thailand at the end of the year.
I will probably not get to speak to my brother again. I told him 30 years ago I loved him and I feel so grateful that I had the opportunity to tell him once more.
I have always loved my brother and I always will.
Yes there have been many moments over the last few weeks where tears have flowed and the feeling of regret has overwhelmed me. However, regret is a wasted emotion and waste of our energy. At the end, all you can say is ‘I love you’ and all else falls away.Life is such a gift and we don't know when it will be taken from us or our loved ones.Click To Tweet
I’m dedicating this post to a quiet, thoughtful man – my brother! David William John Roberts 19.4.50 – 18.10.15
His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him
As gone away-
His journey’s just begun,
Life holds so many facets-
This earth is only one…
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched…
For nothing loved is ever lost-
And he was loved so much.
Let’s Keep Sizzling!