Well, on the 18th day of this month it would have been my brothers 20th birthday. Mine was on the 20th, I am 17 now and I have never had such a difficult month in all of my life. I still feel lost without my brother here. My family and most friends seem to have adjusted to it a lot easier than I have.
I just don't understand death? What is it, if that makes sense? Where do you go? I really just do not understand it.
My older sister and me went to our weekend home over the bank holiday weekend, its where my brother passed away and the entire house has been untouched since my brothers passing. And when I say untouched, it is literally like the time hasn't moved there. It was so eerie, it just felt abandoned and unloved. Cob webs and dust everywhere, plates still on the side in the kitchen, pans still on the hob and there was even washing still in the washing machine. The front and back grass was more or less all dead with weeds everywhere. Upstairs was the same, beds were unmade, there was washing on the floor in my bedroom (opps), its just so hard to explain what its like.
My brother actually passed away in hospital, but it all happened in his bathroom if that makes sense. My sister went into his bedroom first, and i followed her shortly after. It was so weird, but oddly comforting being in there again. The curtains were closed, so it was more or less pitch black. Becca turned on the big light and we both literally just started crying. Bedroom was untouched again, bed was unmade, pyjamas on the floor, there was an empty glass and a packet of cookies on his bedside cabinet, along with his phone and his ipad. It was literally like he was still there . I couldnt go to the bathroom but Becca did and she said to me its just how it was left. Towels hangings on the towel rail, shampoos etc still in the shower, hair product still there with the lids off.
I just could't believe what me and Becca went back to, it was literally as I said like time hasn't moved. We spoke to my mum and dad about it and they said its been left because they couldn't find the strength to go and tidy everything up and make it into a weekend home again. My dad was even on about selling it due to what happened there, but I explained to him that thats where we all basically had most of our best memories and we need to start going down there to use it again. Mum and dad agreed and its been decided that we're going down there this weekend to tidy everything up and make it into a home again so we can have even more fun memories down there. We all agreed that with my brothers room, we are simply cleaning it and then putting it back to how it was as a sort shrine if that makes sense. Hope that doesn't sound to silly to some people
Sorry if this has just been a random thread which doesn't really make sense. I have just meaning to get it all of my chest and sorry if I have made people feel even more lonely or depressed
I just don't understand death? What is it, if that makes sense? Where do you go? I really just do not understand it.
My older sister and me went to our weekend home over the bank holiday weekend, its where my brother passed away and the entire house has been untouched since my brothers passing. And when I say untouched, it is literally like the time hasn't moved there. It was so eerie, it just felt abandoned and unloved. Cob webs and dust everywhere, plates still on the side in the kitchen, pans still on the hob and there was even washing still in the washing machine. The front and back grass was more or less all dead with weeds everywhere. Upstairs was the same, beds were unmade, there was washing on the floor in my bedroom (opps), its just so hard to explain what its like.
My brother actually passed away in hospital, but it all happened in his bathroom if that makes sense. My sister went into his bedroom first, and i followed her shortly after. It was so weird, but oddly comforting being in there again. The curtains were closed, so it was more or less pitch black. Becca turned on the big light and we both literally just started crying. Bedroom was untouched again, bed was unmade, pyjamas on the floor, there was an empty glass and a packet of cookies on his bedside cabinet, along with his phone and his ipad. It was literally like he was still there . I couldnt go to the bathroom but Becca did and she said to me its just how it was left. Towels hangings on the towel rail, shampoos etc still in the shower, hair product still there with the lids off.
I just could't believe what me and Becca went back to, it was literally as I said like time hasn't moved. We spoke to my mum and dad about it and they said its been left because they couldn't find the strength to go and tidy everything up and make it into a weekend home again. My dad was even on about selling it due to what happened there, but I explained to him that thats where we all basically had most of our best memories and we need to start going down there to use it again. Mum and dad agreed and its been decided that we're going down there this weekend to tidy everything up and make it into a home again so we can have even more fun memories down there. We all agreed that with my brothers room, we are simply cleaning it and then putting it back to how it was as a sort shrine if that makes sense. Hope that doesn't sound to silly to some people
Sorry if this has just been a random thread which doesn't really make sense. I have just meaning to get it all of my chest and sorry if I have made people feel even more lonely or depressed