Today was my brother's funeral. I honestly was not pleased with it. It seemed really unorganized and one sided. It was a mess. I don't want to go into too much detail about it on here because it gets me fired up thinking about it. I do think that everyone, today, had good intentions but some things just came off as tacky and unnecessary. It was my brother's mom's side of the family that pretty much handled it and everything reflected everything about THEM, not my dad's side of the family. I think they tried to keep my dad and older sister at the center of things, which was fine, but he had other fucking siblings! They lined them up when getting the family but excluded me and my other brother and sister as well. We had to make our way through and they finally were like "Oh, Brielle, come up here." I had to remember that this was my brother's home going and we were at the church. I just think that so many things could have gone differently. I am so happy my brother is at peace and enjoying the company of his mom because I thought his funeral was so... I couldn't take it seriously. The saddest thing, for me, was when my uncle went to hug my dad and he just cried so hard. My uncle kept telling him to let out and it just broke my heart. I know his heart is just breaking every time he sees my brother's face. It makes me mad, also, that all of these people were there and telling us how much my brother meant to them but it just seemed like if he meant so much to yall then why were you not watching him as closely? I'm not going to put my brother's information out there but I just don't understand how you're such good friends with him and no one could help him with this struggle he was facing, help him to battle these demons he was dealing with. I would do anything to get my brother back, and I would do so many things differently. I would have helped him through so many things...
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February 2020
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