Losing you on my birthday, September 4th, 2024, has left a wound that may never fully heal. It’s a cruel twist of fate that a day that once held celebration now carries the weight of unbearable sorrow. But I refuse to let the pain overshadow the incredible person you were. You were kind, you were brave, and you mattered—more than you ever knew.
I wish I could have taken away your struggles, could have shown you how deeply you were loved. But even in your absence, that love remains. It’s in the memories we built together, the inside jokes that still make me smile through tears, and the quiet moments when I feel you with me, as if you’re whispering one last punchline just to cheer me up.
You didn’t get the peace you deserved in life, but I hope you’ve found it now. Wherever you are, I hope you’re free, laughing, and watching over us—knowing you’ll never be forgotten.
Until we meet again, I’ll carry you in my heart every single day. I love you, my brother. Always.
This is beautiful. I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I lost my brother in 1988 and it still hurts today. I always think the “what ifs”. Thank you for sharing this.
My heart goes out to everyone left behind after a loved one dies by suicide. It’s been ten years since my brother died. The pain never goes away, but it does dull, and the sharp edges become rounded like sea glass. The guilt of not being able to save him has lessened, but tears still come to my eyes writing this, and reading what all of you have written about your loved ones. I came here today because my good friend lost her son to suicide yesterday. She is not only my good friend, but was also dating my brother when he died. My heart breaks for her and for all of you. May you all find peace