My grief began as anger. My brother was killed in Vietnam on his 21st birthday. I understood his choice for enlisting but I hated that war, so much that I didn’t write to him in a way that showed Jerry how much I loved him. Grief didn’t really happen until a few years ago. Friends of his planned a memorial for the 50th anniversary of his death. Their memories, their love for Jerry, helped me to think, feel and react as we all sat and talked about this wonderful, warm, wacky redhead.
My grief has become real to me, but I think it is more like sadness because of all I lost when we lost him.
My grief began as anger. My brother was killed in Vietnam on his 21st birthday. I understood his choice for enlisting but I hated that war, so much that I didn’t write to him in a way that showed Jerry how much I loved him. Grief didn’t really happen until a few years ago. Friends of his planned a memorial for the 50th anniversary of his death. Their memories, their love for Jerry, helped me to think, feel and react as we all sat and talked about this wonderful, warm, wacky redhead.
My grief has become real to me, but I think it is more like sadness because of all I lost when we lost him.
Your words create understanding. Thank you for sharing, Nancy. <3