Remembering

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.

May 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.

Comments

[Bruce Grindlay]

Thank you Craig. Such thoughts have been very much in my mind recently.