A small, black leather wallet. Used, worn and carrying the scent of the jeans my brother used to wear.

A plectrum, faded by the many songs he played on his bass guitar.

Memories. Too many to fill my mind at once.

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Love. Too deep to ever forget he was my brother, my only sibling.

Photographs receiving a kiss from him at the age of 4. Another one, his arm around me in the back garden in Belgium. His joking around, warm and catchy like a summer’s breeze in Ireland. His broad smile standing at U2’s recording studios in Dublin.

How does a mother ever get over the death of her firstborn?

How do I deal with his legacy?

I do not want him gone, I need him here.

His voice a forgotten memory. I cannot recall his voice.

His treatment for a tumour in his brain on the day I heard I had a high probability of having MS. Our brains acting out on the same side of our faces, with similar symptoms. His illness treated that day, mine with me forever. The wheel of fortune favoured him that day, and I am still glad it did.

We never fought. We never answered each other’s comments by slamming doors and walking away. We talked.

We talked, but not enough.

His love and joy for his children; no man sweeter than my brother. The tears when my niece arrived, the twinkle in his eye when his son was born.

Grief, a tear in my mind when others talk about their brother. A hug, an embrace I cannot feel anymore. A future we will not share anymore.

There is a silence I cannot place, memories that are beginning to fade.

The silence he leaves behind, follows me in places in Ireland I know he would have loved, places he would return to time after time.

Will I ever see him again?

Will I ever hear his voice again?

I cannot recall his voice.

Smiling Broere Xmas 2006


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