Unresolved grief and my brother Albert, who was killed at age 28.
Albert was 10 months older than I am, and the only stability in my life. He had tried to give me a happy childhood, which was a challenge in our chaotic household.Unlike our parents, Albert never forgot my important days. When there wasn’t anything to eat at home, he always found
a way to provide. He was my HERO!
Losing someone you deeply love and cherish at a young age is terrifying. I got mad at God. Why with all the bad things happening in my home, did God take the only person who really cared about me?
When you lose an important and significant person in your life, your days become difficult and less meaningful, nothing seems to matter. Unresolved grief can change your judgment of life.
I was depressed for years after he was killed, then finally got the courage to deal with his loss. You can said I finally grew up. It was not easy, but it had to be done.
There will never be another connection like the one I had with my brother. But now I see life clearer and have more understanding. We have to keep surviving and learning until we reach our final destination and cross over and meet again. 🙂
I’m dedicating my book The Baggage Handler to Albert, so he can know that no matter how bad it got for me and how often I got kicked to the ground, and how often I kicked myself to the ground, I kept getting up — just like he showed me when I was young.
He often said, “Jimbo, don’t ever quit!”
And I never will.