21 Was Just Too Young
by Pam Langevin
It never feels good when someone leaves us before we are ready. But to lose my brother David when he was just 21 seemed very cruel. June 12, 1991 was the day that I got the phone call I will never forget. A motorcycle accidnet would take him away from us immediately and forever.
At the time, I was able to focus on my 1 year old son. And as it does, life continued to change. My husband and I decided to move closer to family. The loss of my brother taught us that life is just too short. I had a second son just 3 years later and my husband and I moved several more times. Finally we purchased a home and I thought we were ready to settle into a long life together.
Just a year after that move my marriage came to an end. It was then that I started to miss my brother even more. I knew he would have been there checking up on me. Grabbing a coffee or a movie or seeing if I needed anything. But he wasn't there. That was 1999.
Here we are at 2012 and it doesn't feel any better. I want him to be here to see all of his nephews and neices. I want him to be here to see my house and how my life turned out. I am not sure I want him to be here to meet my new husband (I think they would be trouble together). I want to stamp my foot like a 6-year old throwing a tantrum. I want my brother back!
I thought time was supposed to make the hurt feel less strong? I thought time was supposed to heal all wounds? I thought time would allow me to get through this day without tears? How much more time?