How Losing My Sibling Meant Losing A Part Of Myself

There is no statute of limitation on grief.

Last updated on Mar 17, 2023

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By Kady Braswell

If you're anything like me, you grew up in a fairy tale, surrounded by siblings who stood ten feet tall. You grew up with parents who were as brave as superheroes. You grew up naïve to the world around you.

Don't get me wrong; I was well aware of what the news never failed to talk about. I knew mothers and fathers could lose their battle with cancer. I knew children could get kidnapped. I knew houses burned down and car accidents happened almost every day.

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But I had created a world where my family was untouchable — where nothing could ever happen to them. Because they were mine.

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Five years ago a police officer knocked on our front door. It was 10 p.m. and I had just gotten ready for bed.

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"There's been an accident. You need to come to the hospital right away."

By this point, I had seen enough TV shows to know this was not what you wanted to hear from a police officer, especially not at 10 o'clock at night and especially not when your older brother still hadn't made it home.

I lost a brother that day. I lost a cheerleader, a mentor, and a best friend.

The safe space I had created so easily disappeared and I was left to tackle the world without the one who had always paved a path before me.

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There's no word to describe the loss of a sibling. If you lose a spouse, you're a widow. If you lose your parents, you're an orphan. But if you lose a sibling, you just become the girl who lost her brother.

My therapist described it as losing a limb — if someone tells you it gets better with time, they're lying to you. Yes, cuts get better and wounds do heal. But when you lose an arm, it's foolish to await the day that it "gets better"; you simply learn to live with one arm.

I learned to do the things I know he would have liked. I learned to listen to the songs we sang together in the car without breaking down in tears. I learned — and I'm still learning — to function normally without him just a phone call away.

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However, "normal" has lately been like a blanket too short for a bed.

Sometimes it covers you just fine and other times, it leaves you in the cold, shaking. And I've come to find the worst is that I never know which one it's going to be when I wake up.

It's been almost five years since that day. Some days the ache is a little less than before, but on others it makes me want to lock myself in my room. And some days still, I am stuck in what feels like a void.

There is no statute of limitation on grief. There is no time limit to waking up crying or having to leave the grocery store because you see their old friends. There is no special cure for those dull aches in your heart that don't seem to ever go away.

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But coming from a sister who thought she would never find the light again, know there will come a day when the thought of that loved one brings a smile to your face instead of leaving you gasping for a breath that you cannot find.

There will come a day when you find yourself talking about them and you do not feel uncomfortable. There will come a day when the universe sends you a sign to let you know that they're doing OK.

And there will come a day when the 19 years you got with them becomes enough for the 10 more you'll never have.

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As I've come to find, there is no other love like the love for a brother and no other love like the love from a brother. And if you're lucky to have a brother who is also your best friend, that love is going to cover you during the best of times and, no matter what, hold your hand through the worst.

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Kady Braswell is a poet, writer, and contributor to Unwritten. Her work has been featured in Huffington Post and Elite Daily. Visit her website for more of her work.