Before I became a ‘blogger” I was just an old fashioned, pen to paper writer. Usually these writings occurred around 2 AM on sleepless nights. Today, cleaning up the office, I stumbled across one such writing – a letter to my big brother Jake, who passed away when I was 15. While it’s deeply personal, it’s also inspiring and as I read through it I remember who I am and how I became the person that I am today. While you may question my decision to share this, I feel like it’s another step in my very long, slow healing process, and perhaps through my sharing, someone else may be affected. We never know whom we may be touching at just the right moment.
On Aug 27/14 you would celebrate your 33rd birthday. In my head, we celebrate it with your wife and kids, at your home, with all your siblings, in laws, nieces and nephews.
Then reality sets in. You’ll never have a wife or kids. You’ve never met your nieces, nephews, brothers/sisters in law. You’ll never own a home, grow old, or watch the sun set again.
You were taken from us far too soon. Some days that fateful snowy day feels like yesterday. Other times I question whether any of it ever really happened.
If I could do it over again I’d make sure you had your snow tires on that day. I would not have watched you sweep the snow off your car and drive away. Instead, watching you from the kitchen window that morning, in that brief moment when you looked up and our eyes met, I would have run after you and begged you not to go. It was too slushy, too dangerous. Instead, I watched you go, never imagining it would be the last time I would see you.
You remain my inspiration, my hero. I close my eyes every night and am astonished by the fact that I am alive. I have outlived my big brother. I have had life experiences you never will. I have held our nieces and nephews – they are beautiful and energetic. I have tried wakeboarding, skydiving, and stand up paddleboarding. I have run 5k’s, 10k’s, half marathons, triathlons, and mud runs. I have organized events, sat on committees, and volunteered for a variety of causes. I have donated my blood, my hair, my time, and my money to those who needed it.
All of these things I do for you. I do them because you will never get the opportunity to. It seems so unfair to me that your life ended when it should have really just begun.
I take every life experience I can. I try to live without fear or worry. I am positive and hopeful for each day. Losing you has brought me to realize how short life is. Too short to be unhappy; too short to stay in a bad relationship; too short to spend it chasing someone else’s dream; too short to be afraid of the unknown; too short to put off the dreams that are forming in your head.
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Now is the time to live your life. We only get one chance at this thing, and it can be stolen from us without notice at any moment. Chase your dreams. Take a risk. Dance. Talk to a stranger. Ask someone for their story. Listen. Play with a child. Hold those you love. Forgive & accept forgiveness. Make things happen – don’t wait for the opportunity to come to you, go & chase it! Smile.
A time is guaranteed to come that will knock you down and drag your weary body through the mud. Know that, as long as you are here, living & breathing, your story is not over. Your life will go on. Take that moment, allow yourself to feel the pain, the hurt. Then add that life experience to your story, pick yourself up, and move forward a wiser, more caring individual who is now capable to overcome more than you ever thought possible. Pass on your new-found wisdom with an open heart – you never know who may need it.