I wish so much I could make it easier for you, John. It sounds like your brother was very much a special person.
Thank you, darlin'... I guess sadness and minor melancholy go hand in hand, because I've spent a few days thinking about how I miss knowing you and Bill were "kinda close by".
The guy who did stuff to my brother killed himself.
I don't think I'd've killed him, had I been able to go back in time and Fix Things.
But Gods, I wish I could find out.
And yegods was this both /not/ what I needed to read right now, and exactly what I needed to read. You're... deep in the feelings and I so very admire your being able to feel it so fiercely, and...
Well. Fare well to him, next time around, and I wish I could help you at all, now.
2004-08-27 04:43 am (UTC)
Re: 'kay, crying now.
I'm sorry to make you cry, but we could cry together a bit, I suppose.
I guess, in a way, I'm glad I couldn't even hope to track the minister down. Still, there's a special place in hell for those men who molest gay boys... that was always the part that hit me hard, was Chuck explaining how he knew he wanted this, but not this way.
I have tears in my eyes now. I wish I had the words to translate the cloud of thought and feeling into something in English, but I don't. Just...yes, you have touched more people than you know. And you have my empathy, and an ear should you ever need one. Your brother sounds like he was a remarkable man. I'm sorry for the loss.
Thank you... it was actually a funny kind of thing. I hated the way the priest dealt with Chuck, two or three times mentioning how Chuck's deeds didn't necessarily measure up to his heart... that he was good hearted, even if he didn't always do the right thing.
But I realized that I knew Chuck much better than the priest, and *I* didn't even know what good he did, any more than he knew all of the things I did. He was probably even better than I knew.
And now I'm smiling, just a bit, I suppose, because I realize that I like the idea of there being more of my brother than I'll ever know, still out there in circulation, so to speak.
Blessings and good thoughts, John.
Thank you; I felt both, I think, from everyone, as the day progressed.
Fare well, my brother... you deserved the world, but more importantly, the world deserved you. I hope that, next time around, it's a better meeting for you both.
So Mote It Be....
Kirsten, weeping softly
So mote it be, indeed... he should rest well in the summerlands; we'll all be expecting amazing things, next time around :-).
Thank you; I think Chuck has a darn good start on the next life.
I think the 'letting go' has happened... and I think I might have found the right thing to say at the end.
The last thing I told Chuck was that he should thank people... that it was a final gift he still had to give. And, in his eulogy, I explained that I know he might not have, because it's frightening to need so much, and to know that words are so hollow-feeling sometimes. But I know he was grateful, and I think my family felt that, at least a little.
I think, and I hope, that they understood that his gratitude was there, and was real... and I think they also might understand that, yeah, it *is* okay to feel a little relieved, both for his sake, and their own. Chuck was a heavy burden, and a sad burden, near the end... but one born out of love, not just duty.
It's not that I want to save his life so much as I want to make the life he had be something closer to what he deserved.
Yes. I understand this so well. It's what I wanted for Charlie. I've never seen it expressed so well before.
I'm holding you in my heart, John.
Thank you; I'm feeling better now, and remembering how I was able to touch some of his friends through my words, and I realize his life was probably fuller and happier than I knew, a lot of the time. But I'll always wish I could have made it just a little bit better (without letting myself wallow in guilt that I "should have", because I couldn't).
I can't find the words to say what I want to say right now. Know that I'm thinking of you, that I desperately wish there was a way I could make this all better, that your words touch me.
I wished that you could have been with me, too, when I read this... even if only long enough for the hug that I wanted to give you, because of how I felt reading this.
What a beautiful eulogy. You do your brother great honor; I wish you didn't have to.
Take care of yourself, and know that others care about you.
In fact, this was a large part of the eulogy I gave; I stripped as much of the 'me' out of it that I could, and focused more on him.
For a little bit, I was upset that I couldn't keep my voice steadier, and couldn't avoid breaking down... and then I realized that if I could, I wouldn't truly be giving the people there my heart... and my heart was mirroring things they all felt in theirs. So, it was good that the pain was there, and real, and raw. So I felt I did right, and I felt proud of that...but what a sad duty to have completed!
And, yes, Janet, I felt your caring, as well as the caring of others.
Thank you; I felt your caring and good thoughts, I think... I certainly felt supported! At least until Monday, when I collapsed like the proverbial puppet with its strings cut.
i love you john...even more now
Thank you, darlin'.... it's a shame you never got to meet Chuck. You'd have loved him, too.
You're in my thoughts...your brother was lucky enough to have you in his life. That makes up for some of the bad things.
when I was giving the eulogy, I mentioned how "now, don't think that this kept me from my duties of being a pain-in-the-butt little brother, nor him from his duty of tormenting his pain-in-the-butt little brother..."
And I realized that, yes... even though I wasn't everything I could have wanted, I was his brother, and he was mine, and we did have the last few years (especially those) to appreciate how important that was.
Whether you can bring yourself to believe it, beloved, you are breaking through the isolation. Not just yours, but so many others', when you put your heart and soul out there for the world to see. And we recognize our own faces in the mirror you hold up and say, "Yes, that. That, exactly."
And maybe some small thing changes, somewhere; maybe someone tells a loved one what they've meant to tell but haven't, maybe someone is able, finally, to forgive their own transgressions of the heart.
This may, in fact, be your gift, and the thing you were born to give.
Whether that will have made the loneliness and pain worthwhile is yet to be seen. I'm not sure things balance out that way, althogh I like to think they do. But I do know that by opening your heart to us, you tip the scales a little farther toward the good.
Beloved, even when I most doubt myself, when I hear you say this, it's much easier to believe it... thank you. Not just for saying this, but for being who and what you are....
Prayers and good thoughts on the way.
Thank you; they helped... probably more than either of us know.
I will keep your family in my prayers.
You know, visiting my family first became easier when I had a car. Suddenly, I wasn't at the mercy of a bus schedule, so I could just leave whenever things got too hairy, and that made everything easier to bear. In fact, because I could leave when I wanted to, I didn't need to leave as much as I did when I couldn't, if you understand all that.
Knowing I had a friend to retreat to if I needed to helped this time out.