Thank you to everyone on this board for brainstorming. My son, Andrew is an amazing young man. He found his brother. I had a feeling today was the day.
I got to touch my son one more time. I am so grateful for that.
For you and especially for your son Andrew some words.
I’m an author though I write under a pseudonym. There was something in one of my book I wrote after I lost my only beloved brother suddenly and too young that I hope will speak to you.
"One day some people came to the master and asked 'How can you be happy in a world of such impermanence, where you cannot protect your loved ones from harm, illness and death?' The master held up a glass and said 'Someone gave me this glass, and I really like this glass. It holds my water admirably and it glistens in the sunlight. I touch it and it rings! One day the wind may blow it off the shelf, or my elbow may knock it from the table. I know this glass is already broken, so I enjoy it incredibly.'" - Achaan Chah Subato - Theravandan meditation master
On the wall of the family room is a family tree that my Aunt drew out with careful calligraphy, giving us each a copy. I note many branches, some ending abruptly as some died too young, some were widowed, some childless, a lifelong bachelor or spinster among them. Now on a branch, which had ended abruptly, is a name, next to mine.
For he indeed will always be my family, his story, joining these others, each entwined into a family history of black sheep, white knights, the victors, the vanquished, each carrying with them loves and burdens and more than one beloved friend with which they shared the journey. Each name, name by name and page by page will be laid down until inevitably, only one name will remain, for that glass is indeed, inevitably broken. That person will, I hope, trace the names, and whisper the stories that haunt the winds, even if no one is left to hear, but ghosts on the page, with no earthly house in which they wait for us.”
Thank you for being the ones to whisper your loved one's story.