I guess it's time.
So, to give you all an update.
Last week, my mother and I found out that my brother died in Colombia. He had been missing for about a week before we knew, and we only started worrying when he didn't show up at the airport at the scheduled time. It was an accident; he was taking one of his last trips before he had to come back home, and he was pulled under by the currents off Santa Marta. He loved the ocean.
It's been a bit of a pain trying to get him back here, since the Colombian government won't release anything until they have 100% confirmation from dental records (which is, you know, the law, so it's fine). As of now, they're 95% sure it's him, from preliminary dental x-rays, but since they're kind of far from the city, it'll take a while to be sure. We found his things though, so that's good. They're going to go in the mail today. I don't think we'll get his body until another week and a half though, from what it sounds like.
My brother... he was such a good guy. I mean, of course he had his flaws (like everyone else), but we were very close. He was my best friend until high school, and we always did everything together. After my dad died, it was just the three of us left, and we supported each other. He lost himself a little bit at one point (not due to my dad), but it was a learning experience, which he remembered throughout the rest of his life. The last few years, he was traveling around China and South America, seeing new things and learning how to live for himself again. By the end, I think he was really, truly happy, a rare thing for him. I'm glad.
My mom and I are doing fine. Last week, we were a mess... but at this point, we've accepted that this has happened to us, and we just have to keep moving forward. Time doesn't stop; the sun rises and sets, people go to work, eat, sleep. We also strongly and truly feel that he's gone to a better place now. It's strange, but that's always something that people just say to help you feel better without really believing it (and I've said it myself), but for him... I feel that it's true. So does my mom. We are okay.
Dan, 哥哥, we love you and miss you, but we will see you again. Until then.
Thank you, to you guys too. You've been amazing and really supportive to both my mom and me. Thank you. I love you.
I just wanted to remind you to cherish what you have. If you love someone, don't hesitate to tell them. You never know when something will happen. Our family had that, at least. We always knew we loved each other. The hardest time is thinking of what all could have been, but I know that that's a mental trap. You can't keep thinking of what you are missing, but instead, to focus on what you have. I think so many people forget to appreciate that.
P.S. sakuranym_kit, I got your package today. I've been dragging his little orange butt with me all day. <3
Last week, my mother and I found out that my brother died in Colombia. He had been missing for about a week before we knew, and we only started worrying when he didn't show up at the airport at the scheduled time. It was an accident; he was taking one of his last trips before he had to come back home, and he was pulled under by the currents off Santa Marta. He loved the ocean.
It's been a bit of a pain trying to get him back here, since the Colombian government won't release anything until they have 100% confirmation from dental records (which is, you know, the law, so it's fine). As of now, they're 95% sure it's him, from preliminary dental x-rays, but since they're kind of far from the city, it'll take a while to be sure. We found his things though, so that's good. They're going to go in the mail today. I don't think we'll get his body until another week and a half though, from what it sounds like.
My brother... he was such a good guy. I mean, of course he had his flaws (like everyone else), but we were very close. He was my best friend until high school, and we always did everything together. After my dad died, it was just the three of us left, and we supported each other. He lost himself a little bit at one point (not due to my dad), but it was a learning experience, which he remembered throughout the rest of his life. The last few years, he was traveling around China and South America, seeing new things and learning how to live for himself again. By the end, I think he was really, truly happy, a rare thing for him. I'm glad.
My mom and I are doing fine. Last week, we were a mess... but at this point, we've accepted that this has happened to us, and we just have to keep moving forward. Time doesn't stop; the sun rises and sets, people go to work, eat, sleep. We also strongly and truly feel that he's gone to a better place now. It's strange, but that's always something that people just say to help you feel better without really believing it (and I've said it myself), but for him... I feel that it's true. So does my mom. We are okay.
Dan, 哥哥, we love you and miss you, but we will see you again. Until then.
Thank you, to you guys too. You've been amazing and really supportive to both my mom and me. Thank you. I love you.
I just wanted to remind you to cherish what you have. If you love someone, don't hesitate to tell them. You never know when something will happen. Our family had that, at least. We always knew we loved each other. The hardest time is thinking of what all could have been, but I know that that's a mental trap. You can't keep thinking of what you are missing, but instead, to focus on what you have. I think so many people forget to appreciate that.
P.S. sakuranym_kit, I got your package today. I've been dragging his little orange butt with me all day. <3