Grieving for my brother - a story of the loss of a sibling

This moving story is written by one of our readers, Amanda Vin Zant.   It tells us of her grief for the loss of her brother. 

“Ah, it’s a dud.” I remember him saying, the fire in the distance mimicked by the unkempt red mess of hair on his head and the spark of his soul.  “Maybe, it just needs more gas,” our long-term-partner-in-crime chimed. Forward we went, the three of us, and then — boom. It wasn’t a dud. It’s hard to describe what being within range of a small home-made bomb feels like. The world is just going along on its way, the sun is shining, the birds are tralala-ing, and then everything blinks white in an instant of noise-devoid nothingness. As the world fades back into existence, and nerves realize what’s occurred, there’s nothing left but an all-encompassing pain that you’d do anything to escape. That’s what it feels like to lose a brother.

My brother didn’t die that day in the sunshine. No, he suffered between two fans for several weeks recovering from severe burns that left nothing but freckles behind, and he likewise learned nothing from the experience. In fact, none of his crazy antics ever got him permanently injured. He lived his life with an almost fairy-tale-like luck—and he abused it. He teased fate by living his life in the most on-the-edge, in-the-moment sort of way.

It was when he was 29, and he had a family of his own that I lost my brother. When he’d settled down and started to play things safe his luck ran out and my brother died.

I was checking the oil in my car, ready to go shopping for my 4-year-old’s birthday, when I heard the phone ring inside. I ran in for once for some reason choosing not to let the machine get it. It was my dad. He said that there had been an accident. He said that it was Trevor. He said that he didn’t make it—boom, shellshock. I could tell you every tiny detail of January 22, 2014, right up until 11:48 am.

---

---

The shock of the death of my sibling caused some memory loss

I’m missing about an hour between the words, “he didn’t make it,” and when my memory came back online, so to speak. I was talking to my husband on the phone. I was listening to myself tell him what happened and don’t even remember being told what happened. His brakes failed… east end road… run away truck… left the road to avoid traffic…it came in snippets like I imagine a telegrapher must feel receiving a message in the old days, a bit of it lost along the lines as the world faded back into existence.

I’d brought our then-one-year-old who had been waiting in his car seat in the house. My call history showed I called my mom and our little brother from her second marriage. I even texted my father-in-law asking him to get my older kids off the bus, but I don’t remember any of it.

I was mechanical, on auto pilot, as if some part of me knew what I should do and as if doing it would bring him back. I really believed I could bring him back by sheer will alone, that fate was mine for the weaving, because I’d lived my entire life that way.  There was always a choice. I was always in control.

Read more about the shock of grief here. 

The role of a sibling is often to support everyone else after a death in the family

I went to our childhood home, and I sat on the couch we built so many cushion forts from. I looked at his pictures on the wall, and I offered up my shoulder to every crying eye. I comforted his widow and tried to help her figure out how she was going to tell his 4-year-old son. I told her everything was going to be ok.

When my dad said he wanted to go view the body at the morgue in Homer, I forced myself to go, sleepless at 4 am, because a good sister would not leave her brother alone there, and a good daughter would not make her father face this alone.

I made the 2-hour drive through the fog, wandered down the elevators and tiny halls that led to the basement, and entered a small room full of shiny-silver boxes, so clean and sanitized. And as I stood there etching his injuries in my mind, memorizing the last expression he’d ever made, listening to the doctor detailing the damage to his body at my dad’s request, I made that realization that no amount of right doing was bringing him back. I couldn’t bring him back.  He wasn’t playing a prank either. He wasn’t going to hop up laughing hysterically and yell, “gotcha!” if I just stood there long enough waiting. This was reality. He was dead— and my nerves realized what had occurred.

---

---

How the grieving for my brother started

I spent the next several days sick with grief. You might think that’s a cliché phrase, but if you do, you’ve never lost someone you loved so much they were a part of you. Every tasteless thing I ate came back up. Every room felt frozen. The light seemed too bright, the noises too loud. I couldn’t understand what I should do, what I could do, to put myself back on the same wavelength as the rest of the world, because I felt out of phase and fading away, powerless and lost.

Read about how grief affects your health here.

Life still goes on, even after the death of a sibling

Life, however, does not stop simply because one's life has. My kids didn’t stop needing to be cared for. The housework didn’t stop piling up. My coursework didn’t go away. The bill collectors don’t take, “lost a loved one,” as payment. Life went on, and I went right along with it, because I didn’t have a choice. You don’t always have a choice.

I took my turn choosing a locket to wear round my neck with my brother’s ashes. I cooked the food for his wake. I wrote his obituary. I helped my family sort through the legal tangles as his employer tried to blame the accident on him.

I steadied my mom, and then his wife, and then my sister, as they viewed his body one at a time—cleaned and posed—while I tried to rewrite that more peaceful expression over the one that I’ll never forget.

I grieved in private for my brother

I did my crying in private, and kept waiting, just waiting for that all-encompassing pain to fade, to accept it, but it didn’t, and I didn’t. It hasn’t. Nearly a year now has passed and that pain is still there lingering, staining everything I experience. The same way when a bad wound heals the nerves still remember the pain. There’s an ache there. It’s constant at first, hard to ignore, and then intermittent, brought back by triggers, and it never really goes away. It’s a scar on reality.

The 5 stages of grief are not so neat

The “experts” say that grief comes in five stages: denial and isolation, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance, but they’re wrong. Grief is not so tidy and classified as that. It isn’t a thing you can close up in neat little boxes and hang up on the wall for the world to point up and say, “yeah, there’s grief, I get it, now you can put it away—clean and sanitized.”

Read more about the true emotions of grief.

Grief changes you

Grief is a changeling, a living adaptable being, squirming and writhing into the hearts of those left behind, hollowing them out, leaving them empty, before it curls up in the chasm to rest until roused, leaving the host left to decide what they want to fill the rest of the nothingness with.

Some may fill that emptiness with denial or anger, sadness or acceptance, inspiration or optimism, but in the end, you’ll still never be person you used you be.

It’s the change you decide to accept from grief that decides who you are and whether or not any good can come from loss. This is not to say that there is such a thing as equivalent exchange for death. No amount of growth that occurs from the ashes of pain is going to make up for the missed birthdays and holidays, late-night bonfires and no-reason-at-all dinners, the smiles you’ll never see or the tempers you’ll never cool.

Learn how to cope with grief during the holidays.

Honor the memory of your loved one and love will never die

No amount of change will ever bring a loved one back, but it can offer honor to the memory of the lost.

Related Pages: 

Coping with the Loss of a Sibling

Books on Coping with Grief

How to Cope with Grief

Find us here:

search engine by freefind

Sales made via this site will result in a small commission to us which enables us to continue our work helping those who are grieving. This does not affect the price you are charged and we will only ever recommend services and products in which we have complete faith. 

Expert and Effective Online Counseling
- Get Started Now

---

Self-Help Hypnosis Downloads

Try gentle therapy using relaxing hypnotherapy tracks in the privacy of your own home.

 Click here to find out more.  

---

Check Out Our Selection of the Best Sympathy Baskets Here

---

---

Sympathy Flowers and Gifts Click Here to Order

---

Funeral Sprays and Casket Flowers Order Here

---