How Life Can Be Difficult/Great Personal Story By Poetess/Daphne Marie McDonald

Living with the lost of a loved one
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Life/Lost/Love

Poem/Missing You/ For My Brother

I hope you are where the sky is bright and you wake up walking streets of Gold

I hope your getting mail up there, Somewhere, With love notes from your Sister

A sister that miss your smile and hope there are bells that ring every time, I think of you

Bells that ring a thousand times

I hope you know somewhere that you are missed and there is some one in the land of the Living

That wish you were still down here, with your feet touching Earth.

Dear Brother, I miss your smile and that thuderous laugh

Oh, How I long to hear that laugh

You have missed so much, or have you?

Is there mail up there that you open every day

Oh, Brother I miss you!

I have no idea why tonight my brother weighs heavy on my mind. I can tell you that I miss him as much now as I did over 15 years ago. He was a great brother, he loved holidays and made every holiday special. He loved his family especially his sisters. He was closer to his sisters than his brothers. He had the greatest laugh in the world, when he laughed he shook the whole house. I haven't met anyone with that laugh since he died. Every time my life gets difficult, I think of him. He was so smart and always had an answer to any problem. We called him a wheeler dealer. He was beautiful and I miss our long talks on the phone about other family members. He would laugh his head off over the antics of some of our family members. A year after he was buried, I was in the kitchen cooking, and all of a sudden grief came over me and I was inconsolable. I remember saying, I want my brother, why Lord did he had to leave. I still cannot put in writing the cause of his death. I still cannot put in writing how our family called his sickness every name but the real one. I know in my heart that our denial and his denial is why he isn't here with me now, he waited too long to be diagnosed. He waited too long to go to the doctor and get help, he refused to take his medicine, because that would be admitting that he was sick, partly the denial and partly the shame. You want to know how I feel now about the sickness I still cannot put into words. I wish I would have told him that I loved him more than the stares, whispers and gossip of others. I wish I would have sat next to him, held him, and begged him to take his medicine so I could still have him in my world. I wish I would have told him I loved him more than any sickness and nothing could make me ashamed of him. I wish I would have told him he was the best brother in the world, the way he cared for all of us, and we could always depend on him in a crisis. So we called what he had the sickness and we watched him whither away and we looked at him as he resembled more of a skeleton than a man. To my Christian friends, I ask you not to expect me to put my brother into any place less than Heaven. None of us should put anybody in a place less than Heaven. It is God's business to judge and our business to love.

Love Daphne Marie McDonald/Christian/Daughter/ Sister/Wife/Mother/Friend/Author/Poet

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Pixienot 5 years ago from Clarksville, Indiana

AMEN! I agree completely with you. Ours is never to judge in this world. Use caution, words can destroy quicker than any sickness.

It is our job, as Christians, or any religious group, to lift up. It is our job as human beings on this earth to help those who are ill and their families only in positive ways.

My momma always said, "If you can't say something good, say nothing at all." She was so very right.

The tribute to your brother is beautiful.

Voted up and beautiful.


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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thank You, Pixienot, Love is what binds us together, if We only just follow Jesus examples, the man preached love where ever he walked this Earth. Some of us have forgotten his message and placed ourselves in Ivory White Towers inorder to look down on others. However, I choose to love.


Sueswan 5 years ago

A beautiful tribute to your brother. I am so sorry he was taken from your life.

Maybe if those in need of help were not labelled and judged by society they would not feel any shame and would seek the help they need.


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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

I Agree with Sueswan, However, My story was 15 years ago, I have to believe things have changed for the better.

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