Almost twenty years ago I lost my second oldest brother, Ronald, to death by suicide.
I adored him. Still do. He was the kind of person, as my little sister once said, who would get you a candy bar in the middle of the night, if that’s what you wanted.
During this time, I’ve had more time to reflect on the trauma I experienced. Does reflection ever really come to an end? Of course not. When raindrops, leaves, petals, or even pebbles ripple the water’s mirrored surface, we must be patient and wait for serenity and stillness to prevail. And begin reflecting again.
I miss him dearly. And always will. It’s just something I will be dealing with.
To honor him I have posted quotes by some of his favorite (mine too) musicians.
Dear Brother,
Thank you for introducing me to so many amazing things in this bittersweet world: Japanese language, animation, music, and culture; Video games (RPGs and Fighting Games — lol M. Bison’s Head Stomp is so obnoxiously savage); dancing like crazy in the car; the beauty of science, and so much more!
Monique L. Desir 