
This is a picture of my brother Mike from 2006, who was three years older than me, and took his own life almost three years ago when he was 57 years old, almost 58. I recently passed my 58th birthday, so I have now outlived my brother.
I had expected that by now, I'd be over the loss and doing well, but it's not working out that way. I don't know if I will ever "get over" his suicide. I've given up trying to get over it and am trying to move to some new reality, but I can't go back to being the happy nitwit that I used to be.
I dragged my heels so much on going through his probate, but recently finished it. I tend to procrastinate on things I don't want to do, so procrastinated my head off, but time goes on and eventually even the most hurtful truths have to be confronted. Today I gathered up all the folders and paperwork regarding his estate and put it in a banker's box. The task just made me extremely angry, as thinking about his death usually does. After the energy of the anger goes away, the depression is there. It feels wrong, like I'm leaving him behind.
I've come to realize recently that the only thing that would make all this crap from the past few years worthwhile would be if my brother prayed to accept Christ just before he took his life. I could see him doing that as a precaution. Otherwise all this pain and suffering is pretty meaningless. At this point, that's the one ray of hope I'm holding onto--if I see him in heaven, and hopefully my dad also, this pain will all fade away.
Sometimes the anger is so overwhelming--anger at Mike, anger at God, anger at myself. It comes and goes. And yet I know that God loves me and loves Mike more than I can ever know. Today this verse was helpful:
Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
Is. 46:4, NIV
Note: Obviously not one of my better days--just needed to rant.




