Mourning the End of a Life and a Broken Relationship

When my brother died in the spring of 2007 I barelycandidate for the high school track team. He
had time to mourn him. Our elder daughter -- mother ofconcentrated on hurdles and practiced jumping in our
our twin grandchildren -- had died four months earlier.driveway. I would see his head "bouncing" by the dining
My father-in-law died the same weekend and weroom window, with a determined expression on his
were swamped with tasks. We were also doing allface. With a smile, I remembered the time he loaned
we could to nurture our grandchildren -- children whome his flashy yellow car to drive to Boston and show
were now without a mother.off to my college friends.
Grief was still raw when my brother had a heartOur personalities were very different, yet we were
attack and died. Apparently he had survived cancerbrother and sister. I did not know why he severed our
treatment, but his heart had not. We attended therelationship, but had an inkling. Now he was gone and
memorial service on Long Island, flew home, and triedour broken relationship could not be mended. Even on
to put our lives back together. Our former son-in-lawthe sunny, warm days of summer I felt a bit
had moved in with the twins and things were goingmelancholy. Ten years of life had been wasted and I
pretty well until he was killed in another car crash.could not bring them back.
Our grandchildren moved in with us and we becameGrief is more than mourning the death of a loved one.
their legal guardians. Though I sometimes thought aboutIt can also include mourning a broken relationship. You
my brother, most of my thoughts were about raisingmay have memories of a similar relationship and, like
teenagers. So I was surprised last summer when Ime, are stuck with these memories. What can we do?
started to grieve for him. I grieved for his death andDespite broken relationships and words we wished
our severed relationship. My brother had severed thehad not said, we can still honor our loved ones.
relationship and I did not hear from him for 10 years.We can remember happy times and let the rest go.
My brother was an expert sailor and I thought aboutThis spring, when the air is warm again, I will donate
sailing on Long Island Sound in the summer time. Onebooks to the public library in memory of my brother. He
afternoon we were overcome by a cloud of tiny bugswas an avid reader and so am I. Small as my donation
swirling over the water. Since we couldn't change tackwill be, it is a way to honor him, and foster something
(other boats were close by), we sailed through them,he loved so much. Think about the ways you could
and tried to keep the bugs out of our eyes.honor your loved one. Pick one that touches your
At six feet four inches tall, my brother was a perfectheart and act upon it.