genuinely unsure how I feel about this…
my brother died 6 years ago, today would have been his 50th birthday.
his grave is in a rather secluded spot in the countryside.
my friend, who I met post his passing, walked circa 2.5 miles to visit my brothers grave today to “pay his respects to my brother”
I know this because I drive past him on the road on the country lane near my parents house, stopped the car, said hi and asked why he was in this neck of the woods.
i genuinely didn’t know what to say, he knows me very well, has also lost a sibling but he never ever met my brother.
I was on my way to visit my brothers grave and lay flowers and personal momentos.
Essentially, my friend is the first person to have visited my brothers grave on his 50th birthday, having never ever known or met him.
it feels intrusive, but that’s why I’m posting here, because maybe my grief and the weight of today is clouding me..
for added context I’ve been married for 25 years, my husband and two of my kids knew my brother…