So the funeral is on Tuesday. I can't go physically because it's in Scotland, and I'm on the south coast, and it's 2 days before Christmas and I just can't work out how to make that work with the kids etc (all old enough to travel easily but it would still a bit of a headache to organise).
His wife (my SIL) has offered to live stream it and suggested that me and my DM arrange to scatter ashes in the new year as a private 'goodbye'.
It's just really hit me. I just got sent home from work because I kept bursting into tears. I was fine two days ago. I just felt a bit detached. I think the finality of it has just hit home.
The celebrant (or whatever they're called?) suggested that my dm and I write something to be read in the ceremony.
I wrote this:
Although Candy's Brother and I were estranged, he never stopped being my brother.
I never stopped hoping that deep down, he did care really, that somewhere, hidden, he still remembered the excitement we shared on Christmas Eve, when we shared bunk beds, and how he was adamant that he’d caught a glimpse of Father Christmas delivering our presents, and how he hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, the year he got his first ‘proper’ bike and I got my ‘tiny tears’ doll.
I always hoped that secretly, he might have chuckled at our burping competitions (which I always won) or that I had a huge crush on one of his school mates, or that time when one of our guinea pigs decided to take a chunk out of his wrist, for which he needed stitches!
I wondered if he ever remembered how proud I was when he occasionally collected my from school in his beaten up old Hillman Imp with its multi coloured paint, or that he used to drive me nuts playing the same 3 chords on his guitar or that he once asked me how he could make friends easier.
I like to think that he might occasionally have remembered with fondness, that he used to write to me when he first left home, on the back of old Ordnance Surveys maps, with his carefully crafted handwriting and his dry wit.
It might even have surprised him to know that he is, at least in part, responsible for my current career choice!
I’m so sad that we never remained close, and I’m even sadder that he felt that this was his only choice.
In spite of everything, he was, and always will be, my big brother. And in spite of everything, I always loved him.
I hope that's enough.
Sorry for the mawkishness.
I just wanted to record it somewhere that's not in my head.
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