I missed world suicide day last month (September 9th); in truth I had never heard of it. But my sister did not miss the day and she wrote the most beautiful poem ever for our lost brother.
So, for E.
An invisible hand on my shoulder,
a thought that fleets through my mind,
or a memory that lingers a while longer
are reminders of what you’ve left behind.
The questions that will never be answered,
and emotions that can’t be expressed
remain locked in my heart forever,
as you’ve chosen to go to your rest.
But the memories of you light my lifetime,
and they shine through the heartache and pain,
as the journey continues without you,
each new day finds a place for your name.
Not a day goes by that I do not think of my lovely brother and I wish that there was something I could have done that would have kept him here.
For all of you suffering some of the same pain as us - a poem from the heart.