A year ago my older brother Paul passed away after being diagnosed with a brain tumour 6 months previously. I wrote this on Facebook back in February and wanted to repeat it here.
my generation and the next and the next feel more freedom to speak
openly of our loved ones who have passed - to tell their stories, to
laugh at their silliness, to display their crafts, to weep for their
loss, to honour their hopes, to simply speak of the ordinary of their
days - quirky clothes, old music, beat-up cars, odd friends, crazy
weekends, memorable meals, sad mistakes, and unforgettable surprises.
Let's not let their lives be unspoken, but rather spoken often, as
stories full of love and loss, inbreathing and outbreathing of life. May
we do for them as we hope others would do for us - to speak often and
well of us when we are gone.