Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
Sunday just gone would have been my youngest brother's 21st Birthday. I say would have been because he died when he was just 5 years old.
It is hard to believe it is that long since he was here, it is even harder to imagine how he would have been as a 21 year old, although due to the illnesses etc that he had, it would never have been likely that he would have lived to that age anyway. But even then, it is still hard to imagine.
He is buried, just across from where my Mum was laid to rest a couple of years ago. And we made a visit to the cemetery (as I do most weeks) but particularly on this day to place flowers and to remember. I talked about him to mini man, of how someone so small, so precious, but touched the lives of so many, in so many different ways. Of his smile, his infectious laugh, but also of the struggles that he faced in the short time that he lived.
I will always remember as we made the journey in the funeral car from home to the cemetery to lay my brother to rest, the old man who was walking along the road, who stood, removed his hat and bowed to the cars as we passed. I have certain memories in a similar way from the day we laid my mum to rest. It is strange the things that we remember on days such as this.
My brother suffered so much physically within his short life. Medical intervention at times left a lot to be desired. The ongoing medical negligence case was something that never reached conclusion and was put to rest along with my Mum. It was something she had fought with and battled for so very long but something that was ended when her own fight against her cancer was lost.
Most people, take for granted the journey they have through life, prepare little, consider it even less, and most do not think of where that road will ultimately lead. What makes us take note however of that journey that we make is the people we meet along the way. Those we live with, work with, those we love and those we lose, those we share times with; good or bad. Family, friends, colleagues, strangers.
It is these people who shape the way we are, they teach us about love, about trust, about joy, they also teach us about loss, about pain and about hurt.
We learn many of life's lessons from the people who are a part of our lives and often, it is through them that we discover our own strengths, our own weaknesses and all of the things that make us who we are.
Your love. Your smile.