But I am learning that it is okay, not to always be okay, for where there is grief there is so much love. I will never ‘get over’ the sudden and tragic death of my brother. I’ve come to accept that I will grieve forever. But grief is much like the ocean, it comes in waves and sometimes it knocks us off our feet when we least expect it.
Over the years my grief has become more bearable and less frequent. Grief struck me as I was reminded that my brother never got the chance to be an uncle, nor did my son ever get the chance to know him. ‘That’s Jordan, he’s my brother but he’s no longer with us.’ Of course my 3-year-old didn’t quite understand what that meant and went back to playing with his toys.
“ ‘Who’s that?,’ my son asked as he pointed to the photo of my brother Jordan that I have in our lounge room.
