Talk about Death?

My brother died three years ago, this week.  It is ok, I am ok. I believe he is in a better place, finally at peace. He had a big heart and a large addiction problem he never could bet. Our relationship was zero for many years because I couldn’t pull myself in the drama, nor did I want my kids to see the other side of my family. Not like a family secret, more like, they don’t need a front seat to addiction and the destruction it brings.

I feel cold when I say this, but I don’t want to remember the death date of anyone, it is painful and sad. I do remember the season of life as a whole and use it to reflect on my love for that person.   I also don’t believe they want to be remembered by the day that crushed us, as they left the earth.

 Fun story, ever since my brother died, my sister and I talk about my death a lot. It is really me and her entertaining the idea, she is great like that, along with whatever ride I am offering. We have a business idea no one has really capitalized on yet. It is fun to strategize about, and hard work to bring to life.   I have made playlists, one for the final days, blare the music and dance around me, please. And another playlist for the actual party, again blare that music and dance.  (During one of those times, please throw glitter everywhere, teal and pink, if possible)

I say this all to tell you, that we all handle death and the whole remembering our loved ones differently.  No wrong or right way, it just is what it is.